An Eastern Ballad


I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.


Allen Ginsberg (USA, 1926-1997)



Image cover: Can We Live Here? Stories from A Difficult World (image from the exhibition), by Young Suh and Katie Peterson

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