Allen Ginsberg was a great American poet of 1950s, a leading poet of the beat generation. His poetry as I went through some, did not entice me. But, An Eastern Ballad by him, is what I would share. It is somehow both an attempt to make it look surreal, and has that inexpressible longing.
An Eastern Ballad
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.
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| Allen Ginsberg |
An Eastern Ballad
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.
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