Two haikus

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    Two haikus

    time is suspended
    from a crowd of blurred faces
    a white coat glitters
    friday, ten thirty
    a dream passes to waking
    stirring up the deep
    time is suspended
    from a crowd of blurred faces
    a white coat glitters

    friday, ten thirty
    a dream passes to waking
    stirring up the deep

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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.

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