The weight of the world <br />is love. <br />Under the burden <br />of solitude, <br />under the burden <br />of dissatisfaction <br /> <br />the weight, <br />the weight we carry <br />is love. <br /> <br />Who can deny? <br />In dreams <br />it touches <br />the body, <br />in thought <br />constructs <br />a miracle, <br />in imagination <br />anguishes <br />till born <br />in human-- <br />looks out of the heart <br />burning with purity-- <br />for the burden of life <br />is love, <br /> <br />but we carry the weight <br />wearily, <br />and so must rest <br />in the arms of love <br />at last, <br />must rest in the arms <br />of love. <br /> <br />No rest <br />without love, <br />no sleep <br />without dreams <br />of love-- <br />be mad or chill <br />obsessed with angels <br />or machines, <br />the final wish <br />is love <br />--cannot be bitter, <br />cannot deny, <br />cannot withhold <br />if denied: <br /> <br />the weight is too heavy <br /> <br />--must give <br />for no return <br />as thought <br />is given <br />in solitude <br />in all the excellence <br />of its excess. <br /> <br />The warm bodies <br />shine together <br />in the darkness, <br />the hand moves <br />to the center <br />of the flesh, <br />the skin trembles <br />in happiness <br />and the soul comes <br />joyful to the eye-- <br /> <br />yes, yes, <br />that's what <br />I wanted, <br />I always wanted, <br />I always wanted, <br />to return <br />to the body <br />where I was born.<br /><br />Allen Ginsberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-3/
