Poetry Solace: of song

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

Song

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

          constructs

a miracle,

          in imagination

anguishes

         till born

in human ---

looks out of the heart

          burning with purity ---

for the burden of life

          is love,

but we carry the weight

          wearily,

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.