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
til born in human-

looks out of the heart
burning woth purity-
for the burden of life
is love,

no rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love-
be mad or chill
obsessed with angles
or machines,
the final wish
is love
-cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:

the weight is to 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 my body
where i was born.


allen ginsberg 1954

very nice poem