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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night. A Whisper Of Rain.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night. A whisper of rain. Peace in my heart.<br>A penny on the third eye of the hurricane <br>I've been trying to ride out all day without<br>having it throw me off like a big cat on its back.<br>Farewell, turmoil. I retract my claws <br>like quotation marks and crescent moons <br>around the silence of your name. <br>The fallen pine boughs of your broken wings.<br>Inspiration doesn't trample on things <br>like flowers and stars. No more. No more<br>of those feelings that were meant to be as famous<br>as a Trojan horse to a poet grazing on the plains of war. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes running down the windowpane in tears<br>as if they were teaching it to cry. Listen to the rain <br>deepen the silence like the roots of silly flowers <br>when you fire the voice coach <br>and teach them to paint watercolours. <br>It's sad. But I add that poignancy to the light<br>like a fragrance of the moon to an apple orchard <br>and let it dream like wine in the dark <br>until I taste it again in the windfalls of late September<br>and in the retreating rosaries of grace leaving like birds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the moment I am the inclusive intimacy <br>of a passion that doesn't scorn the fruit of its outcome.<br>I kiss my skull the same way I kiss the blossom.<br>Come life, come death. Two feet on the same path. <br>I don't split hairs like the wishbone of the road I'm on<br>and not expect to lose my way back home <br>wherever that is now the astrolabe is blind and starless<br>and I drift like a paper lifeboat in a truce with the sea. <br>I should raise naval flags like spring flowers <br>to signal the relative victory of a few short hours <br>but the candles have already sent the message in flames <br>and the shadows have answered: message received.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No need of tomorrow and much less of yesterday <br>let the moment tend to the affairs of its own will <br>I'm an apostate event unbound from the stake <br>of the irreligious history of the world trying <br>to burnish lead into gold in the wrath of a volcano god<br>someone met on the way to the promised land<br>and asked to join the caravan at the wells in Median<br>to compound the absurdity of visionary matchbooks<br>that rained manna and vipers from the opposite eyes <br>of the mirage of an hourglass skinny-dipping in the desert<br>to renew the virginity of time like a sundial on the moon.<br>Rare revelation to the changelings of lust <br>released on the river like prophetic decoys in a false dawn<br>to lure the waterbirds into friendly fields of fire<br>as if to say you can come this far, no higher. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's never been a star named after a human<br>except for Cor Caroli, the heart of Charles the Second, <br>dimly under Alcor and Mizar, the horse and the rider, <br>under the handle of the Big Dipper I raise to the lips <br>of a mermaid in the desert like real water <br>to a true believer in the midst of delusion<br>just to hear her sing again on the rocks of longing<br>like a waterclock on a windowpane in the rain.<br>And I don't want to tie her to the bowsprit of a shipwreck <br>that went down at the end of her song, <br>the whole town on board this leaking ark<br>and she's the only one that's crying into a lifeboat<br>like a woman with her face in her hands at the news.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forty nights and forty days of rain in the spring, <br>the earth's a hydrocephalic with water on the brain.<br>And the roads are cobbled with sloppy frogs, <br>and the darkness is dense with a wardrobe of sorrows <br>that hangs in the air like an era of hesitation <br>above the crystal slipper dancing shoes and rubber boots<br>in the pungent closets of the watershed <br>that waltzes them like rain on the Tay River <br>under chandeliers of light-footed starmud<br>in the abandoned ballrooms of the willows dancing<br>like gusts of air to the heritage harps <br>that shine like constellations in their high-strung hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A train howls like a wounded animal in the distance, <br>an iron horse. The nightwatchmen have gone out <br>like fireflies, but not the streetlamps that have stayed on <br>like starmaps in the rain to walk the drunks home <br>arm in arm, crying in their cups like watered down wine. <br>Nothing divine, earthly or infernal, the eye of time <br>no more vernal in the east where the moon rises <br>than eternal in the west where the sun sets, <br>I'm not playing solitaire in the rain with old regrets, <br>I'm at peace with the stars that are caught like civilians<br>between storm fronts, as their seeds get washed away <br>like flower bombs in a flashflood of shell-shocked rivulets<br>someone stepped on by mistake. And I'd rather keep <br>the worst of my war-stories to myself, than swap them<br>with the vets being strafed by the rain of ricochets<br>in the Legion's parking lot where things are fought all over again<br>as their wives usher them to the passenger side of their cars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just the rain and me. As if we were born a moment ago. <br>And neither of us had anything to fight about. <br>And I was the bud of a wound that hadn't started bleeding yet, <br>like a shrieking poppy or a stoic rose, and it<br>wasn't the cure that washed all the blood off<br>like a paint rag of a sail in a Pacific sunset hemorrhaging at sea. <br>Just the rain and me. Doing what we both do best. <br>And all our labour effortless as tears in the eyes of the night.</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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A penny on the third eye of the hurricane 
I've been trying to ride out all day without
having it throw me off like a big cat on its back.
Farewell, turmoil. I retract my claws 
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