Song by Allen Ginsberg
Spent the day wallowing at a friend’s house. I didn’t want to return to school and study, but I have to because exams are on Saturday. I tried to chase these thoughts away by sitting at the balcony, looking at clouds. I took photos all afternoon.
These clouds made me think of an Allen Ginsberg poem:
Song
Allen GinsbergThe weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfactionthe weight,
the weight we carry
is love.Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human—
looks out of the heart
burning with purity—
for the burden of life
is love,but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love—
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
—cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:the weight is too heavy
—must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye—yes, yes,
that’s what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.
The weight of the world is love. Maybe if I tell it to myself more often, soon enough I’ll believe it.
David Monroe
Ah, Allen, how we need you now, in this winter of our discontent. Before it’s over we may have to return to our democracy’s womb and start again.
Will
In darkness, there is always light. Thank you for sharing.
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