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Old York

you ride trains for hours
you season you dream
suddenly you can’t sit still
no one hears from you again

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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.