Wood Thrush
Leafy darkness grows
Mystery singer hides
Haunted music floats
Hollow stanza dies
Wood Thrush
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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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