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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Don't Cover Your Eyes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't cover your eyes when the stars begin to fall; don't<br>	orphan your fire in a well. Your heart is not a museum of roses, <br>		your love not a misdirected airdropp over a refugee camp. <br>Friend of these sidereal affinities we spread like table-cloths across space, <br>	friend of these lonely silos in my eyes and this blood that breaks like bread, <br>		still, you are the flower in the vase, impassioned, an urgent poppy. <br>All the blind librarians of the morning star agree<br>	you are not who you say you are <br>		when you show the shadows of authority your passport rainbow. <br>Sometimes the tongue of a forsaken seer dances like a drunk at a funeral<br>	down the liberated allies of a sleeping ghetto <br>		while the moon watches like a cat on a windowsill <br>high overhead. Shy bird feathered by your sudden flaring, your heart, <br>	young and quick, darts easily from branch to branch <br>		barely a presence behind the green jubilation <br>of a million silver leaves trembling with rain on the reborn tree. <br>	Before the bird sings, we hear it. Before the star shines, <br>		the night is fully enlightened. And home is always a bridge<br>where we wait to be rescued from hurling ourselves off <br>	into our own desperate reflections. Let the fall save you. <br>		You are the priestess in the shrine of mysterious apples, <br>sybil and empress of opulent oranges. No matter how many alphabets<br>	enshroud the fairies in the legendary brilliance of ancient skies<br>		and over the telephone cancel the sacred islands in their eyes, <br>your blood will bind them to this vital afterlife of now like fish <br>	swimming through the flawed water palace <br>		of a drowned engine. You can bet your lies on it; <br>your sorrows are not the face-paint of weeping clowns, <br>	nor your natural humanity a moat around a zoo for dwindling dragons. <br>		When you sprawl like a wave of wine across the living room floor, <br>unspooling the honey and gold of your body's flower-mine, <br>	I see orchards in your guitar, wheat fire, <br>		the landscape of a small, borderless country<br>trying to decide which of all its trees should form a government. <br>	Compassionate zero, water your only foundation stone, <br>		you string a harp between your fangs<br>between the unblooded crescents of the moon <br>	and sink your music deep into the heart of your astounded prey.<br>		Little killer, don't you know, little killer, <br>let me tell you, <br>	the saints are crueler than the sinners, the virgins<br>		cheaper than the whores, and reason in its nest of crows<br>a bird that never soars. Through dangerous doorways, under<br>	lethal skies, the ghost dance of the blind tiger, the white faun<br>		while the widows of light pawn their eyeless rings<br>in the brutal crucibles of dawn. You want some advice? <br>	Only the great fools who plead for nothing<br>		know all the words to the song.</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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