To Tirzah

Album cover art for "To Tirzah" by Allen Ginsberg

Allen Ginsberg - Pop

To Tirzah

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Lyrics

Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumèd with the earth To rise from generation free: Then what have I to do with thee? The sexes sprung from shame and pride Blowed in the morn, in evening died; But mercy changed death into sleep; The sexes rose to work and weep Thou, mother of my mortal part With cruelty didst mould my heart And with false self-deceiving tears Didst blind my nostrils, eyes, and ears Didst close my tongue in senseless clay And me to mortal life betray The death of Jesus set me free: Then what have I to do with thee?

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Credits

Writers
  • William Blake