lit by candlelight
in a cold bed lit by candlelight
indifferent lovers wait until midnight
to feel for the last time the scent of another's skin:
when the clock ticks faster, how deadly is a sin?
as the knife resonates like chords of a violin,
for a second the night watches the skull reveal itself and grin.
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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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Wear | 0 | 06/06/2014 |
| Canvas | 0 | 10/02/2012 |
| Untitled | 0 | 10/02/2012 |
| Qualities | 0 | 09/08/2012 |
| meaning | 0 | 02/22/2012 |
| Condition | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| the deadly kiss from a cruel sun | 0 | 09/16/2011 |
| paranoia | 1 | 09/15/2011 |
| Damage | 1 | 09/15/2011 |
| unhealthy obsession | 1 | 08/13/2011 |
| falling in unison | 0 | 07/20/2011 |
| Loveless | 0 | 06/15/2011 |
| The zephyr | 0 | 05/28/2011 |
| Ode to beauty | 1 | 05/28/2011 |
| The Casket | 0 | 05/07/2011 |
| Uncontrollabl e |
0 | 04/14/2011 |
| tonight/tomor row |
0 | 04/05/2011 |
| Birds of early morning | 1 | 03/27/2011 |
| Do you | 0 | 01/24/2011 |
| Dearest poison | 1 | 01/19/2011 |
| Wings | 1 | 12/02/2010 |
| Crimson over pink dust | 2 | 10/30/2010 |
| The Faceless Ghost | 1 | 10/21/2010 |
| overflowing senses | 2 | 09/25/2010 |
| you should be staring at the moon | 3 | 09/25/2010 |
| Untitled | 0 | 08/21/2010 |
| deeper | 0 | 08/21/2010 |
| When memories are monochrome | 0 | 08/15/2010 |
| Nothing | 0 | 08/10/2010 |
| Mask | 0 | 08/09/2010 |
| lit by candlelight | 0 | 08/09/2010 |
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