The Morning and Evening Star
As I gaze now upon
Her sculptured face
Such flawless beauty
Etched like flesh on bone
Her faultless features
Fused with polished grace
Perfection honed
Then carved in stone
From Aphrodite
Such inspiration
In la Louvre
La grand objet d'art
Perchance to wonder
On her creation
Fair Venus, the morning
And evening star
Shan commented on The Morning and Evening Star
08-08-2009
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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