tangled
i hate the light alone,
its only sweet in the embrace of darkness.
i love the darkness,
lost in the weary and wondering.
find the truth behind the river,
buried in the sand,
mother mary made me bleed,
in the first attempt to make me a slave.
hatred at both ends,
so i walk the crossbeams.
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| tangled | 0 | 11/21/2010 |
| home | 0 | 10/26/2009 |
| natural wonder | 2 | 08/20/2009 |
| untitled | 1 | 08/13/2009 |
| unknown | 1 | 08/13/2009 |
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