In the canon
Howl
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1956
- Pages
- Pages 15
A poet howls a lament for the best minds of his generation, destroyed by madness and the machinery of America, in long ecstatic lines built to be read aloud.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
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