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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Moonless Timelessness Of Yalda</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rustles of the rainy dawn frightens the bowing trees<br>And the stammering lances shear the curtains of somnolence<br>The sun was ousted from the smeared clouds along with all<br>The morning songs of the canaries and the gaunt earth regressed<br>Underneath the mellifluous whispers of the smoky blanket</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The devious swaying of the pendulum staggered for symmetry<br>With its wavering subdued and unnoticed, it found its poise<br>In a vertical divide it lay asleep, and time was suddenly mine<br>A riddle hoisted in a queen's repose at the notch of my head<br>Pulling strings and knotting gnarled quiescence, of suddenly<br>The time I owned owned me in her nonexistence, and the equinox<br>Remained elusive to the treacherous moonless and pouring sky </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its enthralling spell beckoned a metallic silence and the absence <br>Of the thousand points that drifts to collect the quintessence<br>Of this perforated globe, and with all these reasons and unreasoning <br>Sank into the pits of evanescence; I came to face a different face of the day - <br>An endless night devoid of time, wearing a filigree of arctic sighs - a yalda </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These masquerading days and empty nights fled through the sly gutters<br>Of girdling eclipses; a timeline of dark lattices and abysmal musing<br>I stared into the contumely moue of the gray sky as it obliviously poured <br>Its frosty mourn in a blighted land of intertwining dusks and dawns<br>And from this tête-à-tête to the abeyance of light I learned a subtle pain, <br>A forlorn despondence that will not be mended by a valiant or broken heart<br>Because this groveling pride of moonlessnes is a fix - a sense of sensibility <br>Because I have learned the pedagogy of a bony moon's waning, <br>A starlights oscillating sparks and a two-faced sky's haughty shifting; <br>But I have never learned to molt with time and this agelessness<br>Had crippled my veins in a squalid wisdom for beauty and I'm growing tired: <br>Too tired to wish for the moon to rise from the frothing waves, <br>Too tired to repair the spigot of heavens that never err to sojourn; <br>Too tired to rival the inner darkness of this timelessness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this godly palm of darkness I lay alone but festooned<br>By the myriad gregarious transitions of interpolating voices - <br>Voices hauled from the vile blackness of the oceanic past<br>Telling me that you are still warm and alive in a transatlantic path<br>That crosses this land every once in a while in a guise<br>That shall beckon how you came and left - an arid cold pang<br>That crawled the dermis of life like an invitation to death; <br>Saddled in every whim of the reedy air, falling with every weeping drizzle, <br>A company to the misery lurking in the ubiquitous blindness<br>That this season of howling wolves and hooting owls, <br>Of brawling terrors basking in the foliage of cobwebs <br>Spewed in the intoxicating smoke of this yalda.</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>
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And the stammering lances shear the curtains of somnolence
The sun was ousted from the smeared clouds along with all
The morning songs of the canaries and the gaunt earth regressed
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