Sunday, 1 March 2015

Thinking of Ferlinghetti

Because I find myself
Thinking
Of stars
Of night
Of dark nights
Of the soul

And eternity
And struggle
And the embrace
Of life
Of love
Of movements
Not in our control

And San Francisco
And City Lights
And books
And bookstores
And all bookstores 
Everywhere

And Beat Poets
And all Poets
Everywhere
Of you
Of your poet's soul
Of your words
Of your great heart

Of oceans
Of time
Of heartbeats
Of drifting Ley lines
Of your love
Of your desire

And Waiting
And Ferlinghetti

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The Plough of Time

Night closed my windows and
The sky became a crystal house
The crystal windows glowed
The moon
shown through them
through the whole house of crystal
A single star beamed down
its crystal cable
and drew a plough through the earth
unearthing bodies clasped together
couples embracing
around the earth
They clung together everywhere
emitting small cries
that did not reach the stars
The crystal earth turned
and the bodies with it
And the sky did not turn
nor the stars with it
The stars remained fixed
each with its crystal cable
beamed to earth
each attached to the immense plough
furrowing our lives

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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