What?
Life is a dreamA blink of the Eye
A drop of water as a river flows over a waterfall.
Together
As one
The River flows . . .
Eternity!
Alone and falling
Soon we are dead!
The River swallows us . . .
We are Eternal.
What?
Life is a dreamPoetry 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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