Pain 3

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    Pain 3

    I have been shunned and cast off by those I know
    Off into the hazy blue
    My gifts do they return as if in a hearse
    As if to accept them would be a curse

    My misery is one after another
    Oh, woe is he who has no brother
    My heart I wish to rip it from its hiding place
    So its pain never me will chase

    What is the worth of what we call love
    If it only destroys every dove
    It for me shall never be
    Else I cast my body into the sea
    -Tam al’Meir

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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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