The Third Star
Autumn fog dims light
Perched against the dead of night
Are the stars pale bright
Perched against the dead of night
Are the stars pale bright
The Third Star
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06-26-2009
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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