An Eastern Ballad – Allen Ginsberg

Last Updated on: 21st diciembre 2017, 05:01 pm

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.