Song

After choosing Allen Ginsberg for this weeks blog I looked over and read through his poems. For the most part they were all very long and a bit difficult to understand and analyze. After a bit of searching I came upon his poem "Song". It is much shorter than some of the others, but Ginsberg's work still seems hard to analyze and difficult to fully understand. However I went with "Song" I tried to dissect and analyze it in pieces and to me it seems to be generally and foremost about love.

In the first stanza it seems to be saying that yes solitude, and dissatisfaction is a heavy burden to hold but so is love. "The weight of the world is love", that means that the world is made up of love and love is a difficult thing to do, for some its easier then for others. True love is opening your heart and letting yourself be completely vulnerable. Most people want love, they want someone there for them to help them through the bad times. We rely so much on the love of others and the support of others, we don't always do things to our full potential. "We carry" this huge want of love, we search for it, go out of our way for it sometimes.

"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"

Its saying here that we dream about it, think about it and imagine it and we feel it, we want it, we crave and long for it. Love is one of the hardest aspects of life. Some long so much for it, some it comes quickly to, others not. But it's love that causes so much pain. When people truly care and love they are opening themselves up for the possibility of worlds of pain.