Fields
Why is it that childre play in the field of younder lore? Is it we that can not show fields of futicher time, The green must be what we make, so we may not forsake, our tening of our fields. Lamb and lion graze upon the field, arross the futicher and the past. So make not wast of what we know for only then will the green show.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.
jeisaacs’s Poems (10)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Fog & Time | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Fields | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| A Poet's Wish | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Shattered Heart | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Inner Void | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Broken Dreams | 1 | 06/06/2009 |
| To Speak | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| To My Lady A Sweet | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Fate and The Mind | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
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