Love's Labors

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    Love's Labors

    Scattered suspended thought marbles,
    glistens off the rolling water ripples.
    Each beacon, a love goddess’s reflection
    hovering in gentle pace from above.
    My love, shown to her many waters,
    broken in calculated prisms to be
    or not, now a scattered soul lost.
    If only calm could waves besiege,
    then love would be below as above.
    Where confused many angers laid,
    a single fire would be maid and I.
    Darkness and I would strangers be.
    This loneliness would give to light
    that illuminates a common shore.
    But this is not, forevermore.

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    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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