<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For The Nameless Bard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your silence is a shrill cry<br>traversing the alley of edifices<br>stalled within the shadows<br>solely painted for your furlough</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The epistles that bewilders the night<br>and the riposte that brawled in back alleys <br>coiled in an inert cacophony<br>and the populace remained asleep<br>without the pall of your sagacity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon shall I find your silhouette<br>a misfit in the familiar places where<br>you casted a shadow that remained riveted <br>toppling with the monuments<br>of your conquered charades<br>unmaking you a constant unreality</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have waned underneath the moon<br>and the waxing horn of its harlequinade<br>along with the asylum of your cavernous heart, <br>and the tears that ran your metal pipes<br>no longer croons in the silence of the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly you are subdued and daubed<br>by the myriad moths girdled by a lamppost -<br>A hound barked, a vehicle revved mad, <br>a drunk man roared, a canary sang, <br>but your salient, sapient revulsion <br>remained silent and gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lit a cigarette and succumbed to its veil<br>plotting subterfuges incase<br>I hear your laconic footsteps return, <br>your florid lips relearn a song, <br>and I cajole for the accident to collide<br>selfishly hungry for your waned light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I starve in oblivion, swallowing daggers<br>that I incessantly honed whilst<br>the minutiae yellow quasars spoke<br>their scintillating whispers to me; <br>that the war you consigned yourself into<br>found the key for the adamantine doors<br>and your laments turned to odes, <br>your odes morphed into intimate privacy<br>until you dissipated form the dark nooks <br>to bask in your separate concord</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I shall remember you<br>in your superfluity and brazen soliloquy<br>like an owl behind the gloomy trees -<br>an indomitable sentry to reckon, <br>and I shall sing of you without a name<br>a little degree out of phase<br>whilst your notes gyrated elsewhere<br>because your shadows are still made<br>in these modest places I conquered.</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=471262" data-title="For The Nameless Bard de Norman Santos" data-description="Your silence is a shrill cry traversing the alley of edifices stalled within the shadows solely painted for your furlough The epistles that bewilders the night and the riposte that brawled in back alleys coiled in an inert cacophony and the popu..."></div> </div> </div>

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