<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Orchestra Of Crying Plumes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A jay, in cobalt and sapphire<br>Perched aloft a leafless birch<br>Pouring water in a harried mire<br>And in her fluid songs I search<br>The buoy bequeathed for my mass<br>Yet there was not a single notch<br>Of reward, otherwise there was<br>A flawless, gaudy, vindictive mirror<br>Revealing the serrated patches</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lark, in the shadows of the fire<br>Ablaze behind the valiant sun<br>Sets autumn in times of dire<br>Thirst for a light, still, it waned<br>Into the very kiss of winter<br>Inside my prattling bones<br>Siphoning the ice the sun pilfered<br>And everything froze like a stone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A swallow, chirping mediocre tunes<br>Come along! Adhere and croon<br>To fester the slumbering runes<br>Where not a soul sings to swoon<br>Yet, in vain, the wind shall not<br>Cradle this monotonous wail<br>Dispensing the elegiac trot<br>Of despondence in the lilt's flail</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A finch, singing the myriad of her palette<br>Connoisseur in painting the lifeless ages<br>With a subtle whimsy pirouette<br>Peppering the vacant pages<br>But how taut was the rivulet<br>That streamed across this land? <br>Washing away the prism<br>Of the lavish strands<br>That sew the gray schism.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</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=471105" data-title="An Orchestra Of Crying Plumes de Norman Santos" data-description="A jay, in cobalt and sapphire Perched aloft a leafless birch Pouring water in a harried mire And in her fluid songs I search The buoy bequeathed for my mass Yet there was not a single notch Of reward, otherwise there was A flawless, gaudy, vindict..."></div> </div> </div>

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