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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476689" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I'll Wear This Robe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll wear this robe like a desert; <br>	and release the hinges on the gate <br>		that is closing like a rib cage <br>on the heart of the nightbird <br>	that returns to the silence <br>		like water taken from a river. <br>I'll pour the moon out of its stone cup<br>	and let this vine of eyes, <br>		this bone of light<br>wander where it will <br>	in search of a face in the darkness <br>		sweeter than the blood-vows of wine.<br>These flowers aren't the rags <br>	of the legends of radiance<br>		and a dragon doesn't waste eclipses<br>on the blind. <br>	The wind opens its hand<br>		and I disappear like a gust of crows <br>in the startled night groves. <br>	I will drag this empty robe of blood along the ground <br>		like a wounded sky, <br>a desolate poppy <br>	broken like a kite <br>		on the power lines of its dreams. <br>I don't know what hurt me; <br>	so long, so long ago I was a child, <br>		and now I am a man, and aging<br>and the water snarls <br>	and bares its fangs of frost, <br>		and impales my heart <br>inflamed with grief for so much that has passed <br>	without understanding <br>		on the horns of the moon.<br>My ignorance has been <br>	deeply authorized by life<br>		and more and more often now<br>my blood coagulates into roses <br>	and seals my mouth with wax<br>		like a regal mandate <br>to succeed myself in silence<br>	and let my throne <br>		avalanche down the mountain <br>like just another rockslide, <br>	another round of asteroids, <br>		another fallen temple <br>freaked with mystic ore that never made it to the surface. <br>	You ask me where I've been <br>		like a road you befriended along the way, <br>but I'd have to know where I was going <br>	to tell you that <br>		and I've come to the end of myself <br>like starlight in a loaf of bread, <br>	a candle that burnt like a voice in the night <br>		to obviate the emptiness, <br>to warm the abyss momentarily <br>	with the glow of our human divinity, <br>		to say we were here once <br>like the flower in the field, <br>	the star over the hill, <br>		the face in the window <br>that watches as we pass <br>	like the shadow of a bird <br>		cast by the flames of a hidden fire, <br>a pulse of the moon, <br>	the eyelid of a wave <br>		that imagined the sea beneath it <br>before it broke like a vision <br>	on this shore of flesh <br>		where everything must be abandoned.<br>I want to be with you <br>	like your eyes are <br>		if you'll let me be.<br>I want to silver my breath <br>	in the longest night <br>		of your loneliest fountain. <br>And many have sworn, <br>	and many along the way <br>		have perished like echoes and flowers <br>at the insistence of a rootless word.<br>	And there have been nights, <br>		eras of darkness and sorrow <br>drawn from a stranger's well <br>	that have bent the path I took, <br>		and scattered my footprints <br>like refugees and colonists<br>	that turned native <br>		like an exhausted emotion <br>when their loneliness went wild and crazy <br>	in a solitude even the moon couldn't fill. <br>		And I have stared<br>long and deeply into the abyss of the night <br>	and felt the stars stub themselves out<br>		in the sandy hourglass of my ashtray heart.<br>How desperately <br>	I have rummaged through <br>		this encyclopedia of lives <br>to find one that wasn't a prelude to tears, <br>	my heart a lost boot, <br>		laced with a snapped spinal cord, <br>its mouth<br>	muzzled like a junkyard dog <br>with an elastic band<br>to keep body and soul together, <br>	only to proofread sky after sky, <br>		page after page of stars <br>pricked out in braille, <br>fingering my name <br>		carved in funereal kells and runes <br>on another boundary stone.<br>	Nothing binds me.<br>		No one wants my heart enough <br>to consult it like a map <br>	to where I'm buried like gold<br>		under the tongue of a dangerous angel<br>who wants to wake up beside you <br>	like a spear of fire <br>		I will fall upon like life, like a lover, <br>to wound my way back into paradise.</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 release the hinges on the gate 
		that is closing like a rib cage 
on the heart of the nightbird 
	that returns to the silence 
		like water taken from a river. 
I'll pour the moon out of its stone cup
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