OBLIVION
No regret, my love,
No sorrow!
Almost all, is now, oblivion;
All the days
You spent with me,
All those times
You said you loved me..
Now, all carved in a "farwell",
With no tears, or pauses,
With no accents
And no commas.
One period,
Just one period:
Immense,
Eternal,
Ruthless!
SP. 09/09
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| TWILIGHT | 0 | 05/25/2024 |
| TWILIGHT | 0 | 05/25/2024 |
| TIME TO SAY FARWELL | 1 | 09/07/2023 |
| WHEN MY HEART | 0 | 06/02/2020 |
| BEYOND | 0 | 06/24/2015 |
| SORROW | 0 | 12/18/2009 |
| LONGING | 1 | 12/04/2009 |
| HOPE | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| THE END | 0 | 11/10/2009 |
| OBLIVION | 0 | 09/03/2009 |
| MYSTERY | 2 | 09/02/2009 |
| LONELINESS | 2 | 11/03/2009 |
| ETERNAL SONG | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| SUNSET | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
| SUNRISE | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
| SPRING (To my daughter) | 2 | 08/21/2009 |
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