When The Fruit Has Ripened
The bough breaksWhen the fruit
Has ripened.
Maybe it's just
A premonition
Sanctioned
By promises.
Plants wither
And bear themselves
The fruit of eternity
Embalmed
In a mortal frame.
When The Fruit Has Ripened
The bough breaksPoetry 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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Only Death | 0 | 03/26/2010 |
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When The Fruit Has Ripened | 0 | 03/26/2010 |
Greenhouse Effect | 0 | 03/26/2010 |
I Thought I Knew What I Was Dreaming | 0 | 03/26/2010 |
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