<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gentle The Stars And The Town Asleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gentle the stars and the town asleep. <br>No stranger at the gate. No door ajar. <br>The windows deep in their own affairs.<br>Flowers thicken the hot night air <br>with pheromones of sex and death <br>that follow you all the way down the street <br>like homeless kittens and lonely junkies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walking my solitude off alone, <br>the cold stone of the moon overhead, <br>the first night bird I've heard tonight <br>singing high in the leaves of an elm <br>strung like a guitar with power lines<br>and in my heart, a child of longing, <br>the half-finished spectre of a poem to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The streetlamps bud like day lilies <br>but nothing blooms in the tungsten light<br>though insects gather in impotent frenzies, <br>my poem to you makes love through its eyes <br>to the leaf and the star and the stone<br>seeking out images of you to adorn <br>this figment of desire in a shrine of thorns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A woman dreams in a house far away.<br>The road grows darker and longer <br>out among the fields where the stars <br>wax brighter than the themes of a poet <br>igniting like fireflies down by the river <br>he sits by nursing his imagination <br>on the night shift of the inconceivable.</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> <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=476592" data-title="Gentle The Stars And The Town Asleep de Patrick White" data-description="Gentle the stars and the town asleep. No stranger at the gate. No door ajar. The windows deep in their own affairs. Flowers thicken the hot night air with pheromones of sex and death that follow you all the way down the street like homeless k..."></div> </div> </div>

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