My Heart!
My heart longs for you,
My soul dies for you,
My eyes cry for you,
My empty arms reach out for you!
My Heart!
My heart longs for you,
My soul dies for you,
My eyes cry for you,
My empty arms reach out for you!
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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