<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Saw Him Again</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw him again.<br>The last time I found him<br>Eating fervent fire and drinking wine<br>Reveling in the elegiac dusk<br>Uttering of cheap talks and of dusts<br>And on how vicariously cognizant he was<br>On how it precipitates and wan<br>From defying the plummeting<br>To catch the sun's elusive graze<br>To participate and transpire <br>In the esoteric feast of grace<br>Thus, he's reveling, to outlast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw him again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last time I exhumed him<br>Thawed in the nook of the world<br>Like a vulpine fox, a surreptitious raven, <br>Perched at the hinges of the firmament<br>Wearily encumbered by his wry and fake smile<br>Malingering to part the doldrums and acquaint <br>With a superfluity of colours, brand new contours <br>Swaying with the scathes of the pendulum<br>Dousing the evil (replete and deplete) parting his lips, <br>Whittling the lulling stupors of a lullaby<br>Sundering the soul, the sea, the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw him again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last time I muse upon him<br>He was enraptured by the curtaining rain<br>And vexed by the fandango of the sun; <br>They are both made of daggers to him<br>In his peripatetic stillness void of calm<br>He mused the pole-dance of the stars<br>Until his eyes are stark white and blind <br>From the suppurations of iridescent light<br>He searched for his unfathomable core, blindly, <br>And deciphered the ominous intricacy<br>Ousting him from the heraldry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw him again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last time I saw him<br>He wore his suit of grandiosity<br>Graying from the long haul<br>His face devoid, his apathy ensconced<br>In the bones, in the constitutions<br>His eyes sprawled in the slumbering mirror<br>(Now half awake, half-barely-alive) , <br>He smolder in flames to congeal <br>From the serrated remnants<br>Where verve and demise connive <br>To intertwine, and there perpetually die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next time I'll see him<br>I hope it will be in his funeral<br>Donned in an absolute smile.</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=471321" data-title="I Saw Him Again de Norman Santos" data-description="I saw him again. The last time I found him Eating fervent fire and drinking wine Reveling in the elegiac dusk Uttering of cheap talks and of dusts And on how vicariously cognizant he was On how it precipitates and wan From defying the plummeting T..."></div> </div> </div>

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