A-G-A-P-E
A-G-A-P-E- They call me Greek,
A-G-A-P-E- They call me Hebrew
But I am the rain
Showering down
pelting the lost and the sweet
I am the trickling baptism in your hair
I am the tiny drops that leak from the eyes of God
I am the swim in the heart of the weak
when they kneel below their heart’s strength
Quenching the lonely thirst
Flooding the endless night
A-G-A-P-E They call me Greek
A-G-A-P-E They call me Hebrew
A-G-A-P-E Call me I AM
wheelsal commented on A-G-A-P-E
07-07-2009
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HarverTomsson commented on A-G-A-P-E
07-07-2009
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07/07/2009
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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