From Above

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    From Above

     

    Beauty held captive swirls in the heart
    The whispering traces of transcendence.
    It's mystery deep beckons, inviting
    Sorrow that glimmers of infinite joy.
    A peace that flows swiftly overtaking the soul
    Entering in with the sigh that seems proper
    Tasting the glowing embers, pure, lovely
    The essence of longing that searches unfinding
    The source solitary and fullest of all that is sought.

     

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    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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