<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471271" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Funeral for a Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The corona of the sun rolled<br>Into the steep ridges of the cliffs<br>Where the swaying of svelte legs<br>Still cast the black pendulums<br>Out-shadowing the anthem of the day<br>And as it flushed the slithering roads<br>Without a hiss, raising the skeptic head<br>Like the serpent that it was<br>Still, I traversed the valley valiantly<br>Shunning the venoms and fangs<br>Straight into the point blank demise<br>Of ephemeral times</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall don my best guise<br>As I trample in my meander<br>And swallow the slivers <br>Of sequestered amenities<br>And I shall mount the granite legs<br>With the impetus of veracity<br>Detaching from the rail tracks<br>Lingering to nostalgic melancholia<br>I will reckon a phantom<br>Holding a lamp, flooding the darkness<br>And I will tether myself<br>In this unfettered expedition</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shadows behind the frosted tombs<br>Would dither to remember<br>The quicksand waltz of fingers<br>That caressed the ruptured chambers<br>With unbigoted honesty<br>Now, gone, pilfered.<br>And the promises may be veritable, <br>But evanescence is certifiable, incorrigible<br>Congealed in the distanced veneer<br>Of the verisimilitude of impassable<br>Tail lights of the finite</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My unfettered bliss, my vows, <br>We may be a one trick dog<br>For the serpentine alleys<br>But I shall engulf the devouring<br>And linger in the darkness<br>Of the snake's burrow<br>Celebrating your fangled funeral<br>While the other snake boulevards<br>Deuce the dice, climb the ladders, <br>Shed their skin and ingest it.<br>A crown of hibiscus, a candle, <br>A cold shattered pumping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People are people, <br>Those days were days, <br>A funeral for a death<br>To stray in the impasse, <br>And a comrade is always.<br>Always.</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=471271" data-title="Funeral for a Friend de Norman Santos" data-description="The corona of the sun rolled Into the steep ridges of the cliffs Where the swaying of svelte legs Still cast the black pendulums Out-shadowing the anthem of the day And as it flushed the slithering roads Without a hiss, raising the skeptic head Li..."></div> </div> </div>

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