<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471323" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Will Sing With the Vultures</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perched upon the laggard headboard<br>Of the hostility in my brambly bed<br>With faint burns of my cigarettes<br>I had transformed into a vulturine—<br>Man in a bleak duty of scavenging<br>And this is not another incarnation<br>For my iron eyes divulged that<br>I had never been the meandering lion<br>And I do not only fritter to efface<br>These inveigling hatful of hope<br>But I had immolated my forlorn self<br>And give up my struggling to fit<br>In a caravansary of jocund fiesta-people<br>And regurgitate the impetus of solitude<br>Its ephemeral effect had its adverse<br>Consequence that is stronger<br>And that is that loneliness<br>Is but loneliness<br>And in this puzzle my sole compartment<br>Is a mausoleum upon my astray bed<br>Of pyre atop a mythical hill<br>Where no soul could hear me sing<br>An elegy with the vultures<br>And in cacophony I will<br>Achieve plenitude in veracity<br>As the brethren sings their anguish<br>I will bay in a rueful halloo<br>And wake the cowering frosted tombs<br>To scrutinize my discordance<br>From the orchestra<br>And, perhaps, in this resolve<br>I still hold firm in insentience<br>To my weak trampling constitutions<br>In an entire different veneer<br>Perhaps, another incarnation<br>And snivel only to be saved<br>From another caravansary of fools.</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=471323" data-title="I Will Sing With the Vultures de Norman Santos" data-description="Perched upon the laggard headboard Of the hostility in my brambly bed With faint burns of my cigarettes I had transformed into a vulturine— Man in a bleak duty of scavenging And this is not another incarnation For my iron eyes divulged that I ha..."></div> </div> </div>

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