AN ODE ON THE STAGES OF LIFE

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    AN ODE ON THE STAGES OF LIFE

    When afirst i long to live,though a kid and caring child
    I lay beside my father's knees,and pull as string his
    hairy legs,As i step into my youthful age,I realise
    i'm special thinking of one,the father's sight i still
    beseech,because in life the only song
    Is when things joined and nevergone.

    As bdays goes by still i long to grow,into a full lady
    And forward still i go,because nature too is blind
    And yet bi forgot that weakness comes when love
    Is gone,that i say because father is gone
    Then with my very eyes,yet,he sees
    Couples joining as he foretold,two joined together
    Must not depart because,love fulfilled is love divine
    Happy yet we were with nature's time.

    With him the world wasw blue,when gone nature
    Smiled at me,to teach me that when i long to live
    I must first begged for one,that which prayed for
    Will be sure pleased divine,in the day when i rise
    With my four weak limbs,like my toothless mouth
    Going back to my early age,and the wrinkles that
    Shows the age,then i recall when for one was told
    That nature still good but still,jealousy now admired.

    When at last i wake in the evening,my two limbs can
    No longer give the support without a staff,staggering
    Falling here and there,till i say i say adieu,then
    I realise that such is life and i long to live for nature's sake
    Then for you my son,then very one i do adore,don't
    Weep,but stay still with them,who live to see my end
    To join with you and say adieu,because the world wants
    And nature gives,he gives freely without reward.

    The very day my eyes was set,on your handwork
    Just for me,i realise your love claimed for me but
    Still,too late was it that i already asked for the one
    Which nature gives freely,then i knew later that
    Permission taken is alwys granted,the very day i said
    ADIEU TO THE WORLD.

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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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