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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Haven't Seen A Star In Four Nights</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haven't seen a star in four nights <br>and the windows are pining for more than lamplight. <br>It's darker in than it is out, but suddenly <br>through the breaking clouds, hey, there's one <br>and I'm momentarily thrilled by the delight of a child <br>spotting her first firefly rising like a chimney-spark <br>above this ashen town on a cold, autumn night. <br>Small pleasures in the aftermath of great intensities, <br>the immaculate focus that burned eyeholes <br>in the sockets of my crystal deathmask<br>that left me feeling like wounded glass <br>thawing into the long slow tears I carried back <br>from the wishing well like the empty buckets <br>of a waterclock that acts like a volunteer fire brigade <br>that never put anything out before it was too late. <br>Wouldn't be the first house of the zodiac to burn down <br>and probably not the last, but, at least, <br>it's not a plague door to the past facing east. <br>It's not blood leaking out of the nostril of a bell, <br>but who knows? You can never really tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anyone here ever go through a transformation, <br>emerged from a chrysalis of solitary despair <br>like a dragonfly with a retroactive message of hope <br>shining like Venus in the false dawn <br>of a real enlightenment experience? Do you see <br>how the light breathes on the darkness <br>and it's morning everywhere at midnight? <br>I'm off to the woods to listen to the laughter <br>of the falling leaves abandoning their dissertations <br>on the nature of perishing as if the answer <br>had always been a breeze of effortless effort. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truth is just the sound we make for something <br>we're never going to stop looking for.<br>In the company of birches and the ghosts <br>of lake mist Druids it's easier to sit still long enough <br>to recognize it. Let the starmud settle in the puddle<br>as if a vapour of metal were silvering a mirror <br>like dew in the night, a silk cloak of auroral insight, <br>without trading your eyes in for a Zen telescope. <br>To a dead man, is it folly to hope? <br>To a live one, is it wisdom to despair?</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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and the windows are pining for more than lamplight. 
It's darker in than it is out, but suddenly 
through the breaking clouds, hey, there's one 
and I'm momentarily thrilled by the delight of a child 
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