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the business of being born: a documentary

Song 

Allen Ginsberg

San Jose, 1954

The weight of the world

is love.

Under the burden 

of solitude,

under the burden

of dissatisfaction,

the weight we carry

is love.

Who can deny?

In dreams

it touches

the body,

in thought

it 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.