Traveling
When I first heard them singing
It had nothing to do with me
I was young,
I was strong,
I knew where I was going.
Now I hear them singing,
And they echo through my mind
Like a lost wind.
Taking every wrong direction
In my lonely way back home.
And now I know
God how I know!
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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