Feb 22, 2014

Poetry Solace: of song

For this week, I'm sharing a poem by Allen Ginsberg.. Hope you'll like it.

The weight of the world
          is love.
Under the burden
          of solitude,
under the burden
          of dissatisfaction

          the weight,
the weight we carry
          is love.

Who can deny?
          In dreams
it touches
          the body,
in thought
a miracle,
          in imagination
         till born
in human ---

looks out of the heart
          burning with purity ---
for the burden of life
          is love,

but we carry the weight
and so must rest
in the arms of love
          at last,
must rest in the arms
          of love.

No rest
          without love,
no sleep
          without dreams
of love ---
          be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
          or machines,
the final wish
          is love
--- cannot be bitter,
          cannot deny,
cannot withhold
          if denied :

the weight is too heavy

          --- must give
for no return
          as thought
is given
          in solitude
in all the excellence
          of its excess.

The warm bodies
          shine together
in the darkness,
          the hand moves
to the center
          of the flesh,
the skin trembles
          in happiness
and the soul comes
          joyful to the eye ---

yes, yes,
          that's what
I wanted
          I always wanted,
I always wanted,
          to return
to the body
          where I was born.

Have a fun-filled weekend! Be safe.

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