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The Fall of America: Poems of These States 1965-1971

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Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg

Allen Ginsberg, born on June 3, 1926, was an influential American poet. Known for his free-form poetry and profound political and social commentary, he was one of the key figures of the Beat Generation. Ginsberg's landmark poem 'Howl' was first published in 1956, becoming a milestone in American literary history. more

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