Thursday, August 7, 2014

Thursday Verse: "Tears" - Allen Ginsberg


I'm crying all the time now.
I cried all over the street when I left the Seattle 
        Wobbly Hall.
I cried listening to Bach.
I cried looking at the happy flowers in my backyard,
        I cried at the sadness of the middle-aged trees.

Happiness exists I feel it.
I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul.
The world has a beautiful soul.
God appearing to be seen and cried over. Overflowing
        heart of Paterson.

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