Autumn in Arabia
Golden sun, flaming beds of
Marigold, and several
Sleepy orange and black butterflies
Mix with the liquid call of the Bubul
And the pungent flowers
Autumn in Arabia
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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