the light
you start to die, you loose your sight,you close your eyes and see the light,
you're not afraid, you have no fear,
you investigate but get to near,
for the light you started to admire,
is the pits of hell, the light from fire.
the light
you start to die, you loose your sight,08-16-2009
cliftondurant commented on the light
08-15-2009
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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