Rainy night on Union Square, full moon. Want more poems? Wait till I’m dead.
Allen Ginsberg, August 8, 1990, 3:30 A.M.
Allen Ginsberg wrote incessantly for more than fifty years, and many of the poems collected for the first time in this volume were scribbled in letters or sent off to obscure publications and unjustly forgotten. Containing more than a hundred previously unpublished poems, accompanied by original photographs, and spanning from the 1940s to the 1990s, Wait Till I’m Dead is the final major contribution to Ginsberg’s sprawling oeuvre, a must have for Ginsberg neophytes and long-time fans alike.
