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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>All Day The Sun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day the sun ripens the grape; <br>	all night the wine ripens the cup, <br>		a carrying forth into a carrying forth <br>of fruit into fruit, sun to grape, <br>grape to cup, cup to mouth, <br>	life into death, you into me, <br>and everything drunk with transformation, <br>	and everything crazed with flame and fury <br>		as if the lips of the night were bleeding<br>as if there were eyes on the limbs of trees <br>	that were nudged by the wind<br>		to let go of their chandeliers<br>and the fire wanted a creek bed of its own <br>	that could weep its way to the sea<br>		and the wind shook the window<br>it wanted to be. And there are shoes <br>	that were once the barges of men, <br>		and roads that mistook themselves <br>for a journey, and hearts in the grass, <br>	hardly distinguishable from other boundary stones<br>		that once were blazing meteors, <br>gashes of demonic iron that could change the earth<br>	in the reflex of their igneous agony, <br>		and faces in the orchards <br>that admired them for their blossoming, <br>	now, all, utterly changed, transformed, <br>		like the reasons for water or God.<br>And night after night it goes on like this, <br>	swans in the ashes of burnt guitars, <br>		and women with hysterectomies, <br>and a pearl on the tongue of the eloquent oysters, <br>	and fire hydrants coming home from war<br>		like amputees, and the lovers <br>behind the auroral curtains over the hills, <br>	clouds in an hourglass <br>		with lifeboats of sand for mouths, <br>and floral yokes of bright farewells <br>	on the spinal wharves of their longing. <br>		The sea became waves <br>and the waves became snakes <br>	and the snakes washed up on the tide<br>		scaled the ladder into feathers <br>and flew. One can become two, but zero<br>	never empowers anything to change<br>		except to be more of itself, <br>that's why it's cool to be nothing <br>	and enlarge without limit <br>		the infinities in the grain <br>of a human heart into a silo for the multiverse.<br>	There's enough space <br>		in the tiny blood-drum of a shrew<br>for an eternity of zeroes to shine through; <br>	and that's what the stars are, <br>		nothing shining down on nothing<br>so that everything can exist, <br>	me voiding myself like the silence <br>		I feel like a child before you, <br>so I can hear you <br>	making nothing of yourself to see <br>		who I might be <br>in the empty mirror without you, <br>	because there are lamps<br>		that feed on the darkness <br>shadows brighter than noon, <br>	that make the darkness darker <br>		so we can see the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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	all night the wine ripens the cup, 
		a carrying forth into a carrying forth 
of fruit into fruit, sun to grape, 
grape to cup, cup to mouth, 
	life into death, you into me, 
and everything drunk with transforma..."></div>
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