Ennui
Time sloughed its metronome precisionAt the point where I made a decision
Held thus that single moment of time
As if it were frozen in an icy rime
Ennui
Time sloughed its metronome precision10-27-2009
06-05-2009
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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