LIFE POEM
The drop of rain,
Brief as it can,
The view, that it hold;
Flaming leaves, mosses green, gradient slops,
Calling back in times again.
LIFE POEM
The drop of rain,
Brief as it can,
The view, that it hold;
Flaming leaves, mosses green, gradient slops,
Calling back in times again.
11/02/2009
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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Rain Cloud of Love | 2 | 07/04/2009 |
Treasure for Life | 1 | 06/28/2009 |
LIFE POEM | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
MY DOTCOM | 3 | 10/20/2009 |
BY YOUR SIDE | 4 | 05/22/2009 |
These Letters | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
When can I See those eyes | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
Bless be the heart | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
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