There's absence in the air
Stuck on a train
It’s eating the brain
Looking out
It may rain
Feeling lost
Because everything
Feels like frost
As it passes
Cold decadence
Blowing past the eyes
There’s snow on the ground
There’s absence in the air
There's absence in the air
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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Fearing unknown | 1 | 12/08/2008 |
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The quiet dissonance | 0 | 12/08/2008 |
Religion | 2 | 12/08/2008 |
Finding yourself lost | 0 | 12/08/2008 |
Yet again I do not know | 0 | 12/08/2008 |
Happiness | 2 | 12/08/2008 |
The is the name ppetry is the game | 1 | 12/08/2008 |
No clue | 0 | 12/08/2008 |
Love | 0 | 12/08/2008 |
Mind? | 0 | 12/08/2008 |
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