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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471124" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bard Manqué</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are you, bard manqué? <br>My eager ears still believe<br>And perceive the vestiges of your song<br>And the plucking of the caustic strings<br>Of your old sangfroid guitar<br>And I had besought and sought for you<br>In the undergrowth of the mantling fog<br>Of impasse in the gulfing city streets<br>In every cul-de-sac and even libraries<br>For every interpolation reckons<br>The cessation of a soigné epistle<br>And the drifting ebbs of clouds<br>Unfurl the elapsed chronicles<br>But still genuflects and beckon<br>That your shadows still resonate<br>In spite of the brusque rapine of melody<br>Now scant in a senile memory<br>I yearn for you, in the callous blares<br>Of the city's ravenous amusement<br>And in the abundance of silence; <br>Of absence in the plenitude of solitariness<br>I desire to have you back<br>In the scarce crevasse of my bed<br>And the inscriptions of wisdom<br>In the palms of your euphonious voice; <br>Receiving and accepting all the same<br>The endless beatings until you are numb<br>And I do not pity you even for an ounce<br>For the throbbing sores in your silky songs<br>Are the grazing consoles of a lullaby<br>Of my wakeful and weary lamentations.<br>Where have you vanished? <br>And when, from my sweaty clutch? <br>That implored for your token<br>In patience, as I rupture my wrists<br>In gripping the absent maladroit hands<br>From the hill where you stood me, <br>The horizon was crimson with the sun<br>And it could have urged you<br>To write another salient song.<br>I need a hero now, amidst these endless<br>Sailings in the great wide sea<br>Of vulnerable cringing nights<br>Sing once again, over the frothing tides<br>To save me from this oppression<br>For in this time of the month<br>I am distraught by the sun<br>Imprudently lifting its nose and brows<br>Scrutinizing the misery that the trashing<br>Of the superfluity of his swords<br>Had brought upon the hollow<br>Space beside my emaciated shadow<br>Whilst he heave a colossal grin<br>To all the other souls.<br>Who took the lyrical riddle<br>And left a reckless abandonment<br>Dangling with the wind chimes? <br>Why do you have to hide<br>Your songs, yourself, and your scars<br>Beneath a macadamized veneer<br>Far from the city's conception? <br>Manqué bard, banished to<br>The suspended refrain of a song<br>Emerge again with your buoyancy<br>As the crickets and cicadas<br>And the rustling leaves of December<br>Crafts an orchestra in lieu<br>Of the remedy in a forgotten song<br>Of a perplex labyrinth of notes<br>And of the dexterous bard that was lost<br>In the corruption of abeyance<br>And the burglary of voice<br>From his sole listener: his muted self.</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>
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My eager ears still believe
And perceive the vestiges of your song
And the plucking of the caustic strings
Of your old sangfroid guitar
And I had besought and sought for you
In the undergrowth of the mantling fog
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