An Empty Field

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    An Empty Field

    I waited an instant
    Before being before becoming
    A morsel for this world’s tasting: this not-to-be
    Has its being as a bearer of beliefs
    Standing in a barren field, tumbleweeds
    Stacked against barbed wire fence
    And the distance too far
    To run to catch the sunset

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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.

    elnath’s Poems (5)

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    Talking with Atheists 0 12/03/2008
    In a Garden of the Apocalypse 0 11/13/2008
    An Empty Field 0 11/13/2008
    Thunderstorms 1 11/05/2008
    A Geology of Weather 2 11/05/2008
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