Rondelet for Sergeant Schultz
I know nothings.
It’s an oxymoron, I know.
I know nothings,
Oh to think of it is numbing!
I know, perhaps, “I am”, although
To say this is quite apropos:
I know nothings!
Rondelet for Sergeant Schultz
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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