Song
The weight of the world is love
Under the burden of solitude,
under the burden of dissatisfaction
the weight, the weight we carry is love.
Who can deny? In dreams it touches the boy,
in thought constructs a miracle,
in immagination anguishes till born in human--
looks out of the heart burning with purity--
for the burdens of love,
but we carry the weight wearily,
and so much rest in the arms of love at last,
must rest in the arms of love.
No rest withouth 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 though is given in solitude in all 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, thats what I wanted,
I always wanted,
to return to the body where I was born.
-Ginsberg
Under the burden of solitude,
under the burden of dissatisfaction
the weight, the weight we carry is love.
Who can deny? In dreams it touches the boy,
in thought constructs a miracle,
in immagination anguishes till born in human--
looks out of the heart burning with purity--
for the burdens of love,
but we carry the weight wearily,
and so much rest in the arms of love at last,
must rest in the arms of love.
No rest withouth 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 though is given in solitude in all 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, thats what I wanted,
I always wanted,
to return to the body where I was born.
-Ginsberg