Our Love Died Long Ago
I rememberThat night
My paradise
Her singing
Her skin gently pulling
As I pretend
To fall in love
"We live for this"
She said
But love is
Silent and cold
The ghost can dance and cry
On the rain cloud
Beside mine
Our Love Died Long Ago
I rememberPoetry 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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