I'm from the Beat Generation
Deep into that darkness peering
I lie on my back at midnight
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long
The full moon dominates the dark
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Out of the night that covers me
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
© daniel miltz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem