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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nightbird On A Winter Branch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nightbird on a winter branch. <br>Dark blossom of the new moon, <br>Last kiss on the eyelids of the dead <br>As the snow falls like apple bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see you’ve left the door ajar: <br>The backdoor of an eclipse<br>To let the first crescent of the light out. <br>The sacred syllable of the mistfits</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost in the silence and the solitude <br>You raise like heretical mystics into songs<br>That only you alone can sing <br>So that each in their homelessness belongs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the false dawn of the same secret <br>They weep over like empty lockets <br>That stole the moon from their windows<br>As they burned at the stake, rockets </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Martyred in the fire of the holy books <br>That inspire them deeper into exile<br>This late at night far from anywhere <br>Distance is measured by the mile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And not the wingspan of the light-years <br>It’s taken me to write this. <br>Like a bird that flew out of the darkness, <br>That left no trace of the witness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As it blew a kiss of sudden insight. <br>A word in passing from the dead <br>About who’s behind the death mask<br>Of the snow that’s covering my head </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the polar ice cap of a planet<br>With the prophetic wisdom of a skull.<br>Life in the birthmark of the new.<br>Death in the harvest of the moon at full. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Emptiness devoid of all light. <br>The first sign of renewal in the urn<br>Of a nightbird on a winter branch.<br>Diamonds of ice and insight that burn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like coal in the eyes of a snow man<br>With the passion of a phoenix born <br>A star in the cold furnace of the sky.<br>Where every passage is a rite of return</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That hides its brightest jewels <br>blossoming like enlightenment on the wing<br>In the dark ore of a nightbird<br>When a deathmask opens its mouth to sing.</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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Dark blossom of the new moon, 
Last kiss on the eyelids of the dead 
As the snow falls like apple bloom.

I see you’ve left the door ajar: 
The backdoor of an eclipse
To let the first crescent of the light out. 
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