Song de Allen Ginsberg

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 body,

in thought constructs

a miracle,

in imagination anguishes

till born in human looks out of the heart

burning with purity

- for the burden of life is love,

but we carry the weight wearily,

and so must rest at last,

must rest in the arms of love

No rest without love,

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 withold if denied:

THE WEIGHT IS TOO HEAVY

- must give for no return as thought

is given in solitude

in all the 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

THAT´S WHAT

I WANTED,

I ALWAYS WANTED

I ALWAYS WANTED

TO RETURN

TO THE BODY WHERE I WAS BORN .