Butterflies
you open your mouth
to say something
one ... two ... ten ...
how many butterflies!
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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Title | Comments | Submitted |
A Star | 1 | 06/11/2011 |
The Sunset | 0 | 06/02/2011 |
My Little Lovely Sun | 0 | 12/26/2010 |
Butterflies | 0 | 09/21/2010 |
runty traps | 0 | 07/23/2010 |
Wooden Feet | 1 | 07/11/2010 |
spring-cleani ng |
0 | 10/14/2009 |
Happening | 2 | 09/22/2009 |
The moment | 3 | 09/20/2009 |
The man | 4 | 09/20/2009 |
Waiting | 4 | 09/15/2009 |
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