Poem: Song by Allen Ginsbert

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Song by 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
in the arms of love 
           at last,
must rest in the arms 
           of love.

No rest 
           without 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 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.