Fire Light, Fire Bright
The bright noisy word
rules a rough sweet world.
Warmth flickers wanly
smelling lightly of kerosene,
the fire consumes the obscene,
as reality overwhelms
the once tall proud golden elm.
Fire Light, Fire Bright
The bright noisy word
rules a rough sweet world.
Warmth flickers wanly
smelling lightly of kerosene,
the fire consumes the obscene,
as reality overwhelms
the once tall proud golden elm.
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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