<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stars</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'THESE are the floating berries of the night, <br>They drop their harvest in dark alleys down, <br>Softly far down on groves of Venus, or on a little town <br>Forgotten at the world's edge—and O, their light <br>Unlocks all closed things, eyes and mouths, and drifts <br>Quietly over kisses in a golden rain, <br>Drowning their flight, till suddenly the Cyprian lifts <br>Her small, white face to the moon, then hides again. <br>'They are the warm candles of beauty, hung in blessing on high, <br>Poised like bright comrades on boughs of night above: <br>They are the link-boys of Queen Venus, running out of the sky, <br>Spilling their friendly radiance on all her ways of love. <br>'Should the girl's eyes be lit with swimming fire, <br>O do not kiss it away, it is a star, a star!' <br>So cried the passionate poet to his great, romantic guitar. <br>But I was beating off the stars, gazing, not rhyming. <br>I saw the bottomless, black cups of space <br>Between their clusters, and the planets climbing <br>Dizzily in sick airs, and desired to hide my face. <br>But I could not escape those tunnels of nothingness, <br>The cracks in the spinning Cross, nor hold my brain <br>From rushing for ever down that terrible lane, <br>Infinity's trap-door, eternal and merciless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Slessor">Kenneth Slessor</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429758" data-title="Stars de Kenneth Slessor" data-description="'THESE are the floating berries of the night, They drop their harvest in dark alleys down, Softly far down on groves of Venus, or on a little town Forgotten at the world's edge—and O, their light Unlocks all closed things, eyes and mouths, a..."></div> </div> </div>

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