stars
stars
I can't look at your face
what secrets are you hiding?
You are bold
You look into my face
you seem too bright at times
I can't look at starlight unaided
and when i asked if you could cry
did the stars fall from the sky?
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 |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| a day | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| psycho | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
| tribute | 1 | 07/11/2009 |
| not coping | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| stars | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| shamrock | 0 | 03/14/2009 |
| hyacinth | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
| valentine days | 1 | 02/26/2009 |
| love | -1 | 02/25/2009 |
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