One Moment
The momentous task
Loomed before me,
Beckoning me to strive
For perfection and precision.
Driving me to higher places
Where the ultimate prize
Was the joy, the knowledge
Of what I had done.
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.
vanner’s Poems (6)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Whiteness | 1 | 07/23/2009 |
| Jubilation | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Bolt From the Blues | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| One Moment | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Lock Solid | 1 | 07/23/2009 |
| The Artiste | 1 | 07/21/2009 |
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