On Tears Poem by Jack Kerouac
On Tears
Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting downIn dark railyards
When to see my mother’s face
Recalling from the waking vision
I wept to understand
The trap mortality
And personal blood of earth
Which saw me in—Father father
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Mortality & unpleasure
Roam this city—
Unhappiness my middle name
I want to be saved,-
Sunk—can’t be
Won’t be
Never was made—
So retch!
Why hast thou forsaken me? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The hard truth of mortal emotions in a dark world make us sweat drops like blood as through it all we pine, wondering if anyone remembers us, dead or alive.
I have never read a poem by Jack Kerouac before. There were one or two good phrases in this that provide a feast of visuals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Tears is the break of my brow, well penned by Jack Kerouac