FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY COMPLACENCY

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    FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY COMPLACENCY

     I have heard the same call the wild hear
    that tries so hard to summon me
    from the depths of my complacency
    where I sit unashamed as the world
    sails by in search of more tempestuous
    waters to drawn drown unsuspecting travelers
    I have watched the wild and the meek respond
    to deceitful promises dressed in fineries
    but I do not budge from my seaside chair
    where the worst that could befall me are
    pesky sand flies or mendicant gulls
    or the white spray of dissipating waves

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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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