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“Millions of fathers in rain Millions of mothers in pain Millions of brothers in woe Millions of sisters nowhere to go Millions of daughters walk in the mud Millions of children wash in the flood A million girls vomit and groan Millions of families hopeless alone”

Quote by Allen Ginsberg

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Poems

This book is a compilation of poems that explore a wide range of subjects and emotions, showcasing the beauty and depth of the poetic form. more

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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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