Sleep
Its not that late, but its kind of late.When I turn off the light I hesitate.
I'm only the least bit exhausted.
And I still have some writing to do.
I have a little energy left but
I turn off the switch and sleep instead.
Sleep
Its not that late, but its kind of late.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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