The Stars
The stars, they speak.
With some clairvoyance you’ll see
Ambiguity becomes understanding
Like when two lovers stare’s hold
The stars, they speak the truth.
The Stars
The stars, they speak.
With some clairvoyance you’ll see
Ambiguity becomes understanding
Like when two lovers stare’s hold
The stars, they speak the truth.
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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