<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Strangled Capitulate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brass moon flaccidly craned<br>Into the fringes of your rivers<br>And it scattered in the graceful waves<br>Touching the bosom of your caves<br>And the phosphors of the ripples betroths<br>My sullen vision, tired and wrought, <br>With the peril of aberrations<br>Of my own paddled surges<br>Auspiciously perishing the banks<br>With mouths open to intolerantly devour<br>The quintessence of your inflection</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then you are there, still, <br>Afloat in the infinitesimal streams<br>With fleuron fragrance of dispositions<br>Tapering the sealed lamentations<br>You are such a vision<br>Like a colorless lily<br>Held by a hand without face, <br>Kissed by lips without ardor, <br>Or a name without a visage<br>Immolating the jocund carousing, <br>Another caroming in the night of flustering<br>Mirror house of introspection</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reckon that with every sweep<br>Of your glances, or your shots<br>Small with a puissant tirade<br>I do reckon, what is <br>And what should never be—<br>Chasing its own tail<br>In every break and bend<br>Of every itching line<br>To not convey<br>The dithering desire<br>To flagrantly raise<br>The white flag<br>For the captivated<br>And the defeated.</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=471519" data-title="Strangled Capitulate de Norman Santos" data-description="The brass moon flaccidly craned Into the fringes of your rivers And it scattered in the graceful waves Touching the bosom of your caves And the phosphors of the ripples betroths My sullen vision, tired and wrought, With the peril of aberrations O..."></div> </div> </div>

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