GLASTONBURY TOR

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    GLASTONBURY TOR

     Between the earth and moon the air is old.
    A density of knowledge lies beyond now conscious hold,
    strung on the ancient filaments of time,
    layers of thought embedded in pure mind.

    The shadow of the night runs down the hill,
    marking the summer solstice.
    In this place, this sill beneath the stars,
    men and the land await God's will.

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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.

    joanz’s Poems (4)

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