Ocupation: Poet
Life: June 3, 1926 - April 5, 1997
Birthday: June 3
Death: April 5
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
source: Allen Ginsberg (2001). “Howl and Other Poems: Pocket Poets Number 4”, p.29, City Lights Publishers
topic: Lonely, Angel, Boys, Pork Chops, My Angel