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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drowning the Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My walls shudder and the persiennes rustled<br>Whispering secrets to each other<br>And tingling my curiosity<br>To open the portmanteaux<br>Where I have stashed the tides<br>With surges I cannot defeat<br>But I would not let myself deplete<br>Into the seductions of the ocean<br>And her airborne secrets</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your tides, they were pristine and feral<br>And I had pleasured myself<br>From the delusive consoles<br>Catching it in my palms<br>Like a paramour's hand<br>In spite of the saltiness of your fingers <br>That would detour from my frantic clasp<br>Filleting my hopes, every time<br>Until I gladly drown with all that I have<br>In your sympathy <br>That I have taken erroneously<br>Everything sank</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am dead-beaten and sea-sick<br>With the drifting consoles<br>Of the voracious sea<br>Because at these times<br>Where the gears of the clock collapses<br>And does not seize each other<br>I am drawn to reckon<br>And probe for honesty<br>In the vertigo of surrender<br>And I grew sterner by the helm<br>Taking the mistral gale<br>As an endless beating<br>With the mistral blades<br>Of different shades</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like tonight, for instance<br>The cordial yuletide hue<br>Is ballasted by my veracity <br>As another vacant holiday<br>In a vacant banquet<br>Of vacant platters<br>Indeed, this is how I grew sterner; <br>Surging the breaking waves<br>With a sea-sick stomach</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An overwhelming surf <br>Over the slopes of skepticism <br>Until the undulation settles<br>And the sea drowns<br>Into a numbed state and<br>The waves and the gusts<br>Would be driven back to the shore<br>And I shall attend<br>The pangs of a vacant holiday<br>And that, I do prefer, <br>For it is not inflicted<br>By my own flimsy hands<br>And I would not be shaken<br>By the whispers and the rustles<br>Inside the bolted portmanteaux.</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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Whispering secrets to each other
And tingling my curiosity
To open the portmanteaux
Where I have stashed the tides
With surges I cannot defeat
But I would not let myself deplete
Into the seductions of th..."></div>
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