Four times six
Swiftly charging clamor of joy,
slowly claiming glamour for boys,
sinking coyly hammer and noise
slyly oily grammar lacks poise.
Four times six
Swiftly charging clamor of joy,
slowly claiming glamour for boys,
sinking coyly hammer and noise
slyly oily grammar lacks poise.
Rhymer commented on Four times six
11-18-2009
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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