Northern Musing

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    Northern Musing
    The days of night have been long.
    But I can handle the light if it is not too strong.
    Across this northern shore
    Night is once again chased away,
    Constant dark is no more.
    Despite excessive dark and light
    I love this northern port
    Where life itself can be a sport.
    Here one need not wonder why
    When each day can be a trial just to get by.
    It makes one know that life is good.
    Smiling, I collect my wood.

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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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