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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476866" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>So Lifetime After Lifetime</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So lifetime after lifetime, sorceress of shadows and dreams<br>	you step out of the dark wood of yourself, <br>		a shy doe, a mournful lighthouse and a warning off the coast<br>of your infinite solitude, you, the singing bird<br>	on the green bough of your flute pouring yourself<br>		like sorrow over the eye of the sea, your tears, <br>the ancient wells of an eternal longing unanswered by the secret stars<br>	that have entrusted their radiance to you, fireflies<br>		drowning their light in your black candles, <br>the blind music of your lonely flowing. Is your flute, a bone, then, <br>	and this rose I bring you, this heart, this blood<br>		that has turned into a goblet of luminous wine, <br>drunk on the wonder and the missing in your phantom music, <br>	is this rose nothing but a wound, a coffin-flower, <br>		the unmarked grave of a mystic embryo? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you fear the tenderness, the meeting? Does the moon<br>	strike at her own reflection in the mirror of her midnight waters<br>		to wander like an orphan along her lifeless shores? <br>Boy and man, you murder me on the steps of your serpent shrine, <br>	your eyes, cold glass, eclipses of crystal, your spirit<br>		that once drew in the light like breath, <br>now a slow glacier, an age of ice<br>	pushing your heart before it like a boulder, <br>		like a temple-stone that one night flew out of the abyss<br>and buried itself like a meteor, a charred jewel, the demon seed<br>	of a religion without saviours, your implacable creed<br>		scriptures of blood in a mouthless book<br>that only love can open. Once there were swallows in the tree of life, <br>	asylums of celebrants greeting the morning in their madness, <br>		in the garden, in Eden, hurled through that first dawn<br>like a young girl's heart trembling like a dropp of light on a blade of grass.<br>	Now your voice is a gypsy-crow on a dead branch, <br>		your music, confession without atonement, your flute<br>without leaves, without orchards, an eyeless spring, <br>	buried in its manger-cloth for years, nothing<br>		but a crib-death, a broken wand, a phoenix<br>that has lost its faith in fire under the weight of its own ashes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	Beloved, again and again you kill me<br>		in this dance of slayer and slain, tear out<br>this page of love like a like a child's tongue, like a mute heresy<br>	you are doomed to rewrite forever<br>		in the indelible inks of your seeing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you dip your pen like a water-bird drinking<br>	from its own image, putting out your eyes<br>		to deepen the darkness, the scars of your sin<br>			the lightless letters of a hidden language<br>pricked out on your skin, black stars and braille tattoos? <br>	The pages and the years may turn like wings and hinges, <br>		and a thousand deaths, all your own, <br>tome the field with gravestones, <br>	breathless flutes and hollow bones, ancient futures; <br>		and you the only mistress of those solitary realms; still, <br>your legend will remain moonless and sunless, <br>	the story of a night sky, the eyelid of a black rose, <br>		that couldn't break into light. Until<br>love stands beside the heartwell of another<br>	as if it were its own sacred fountain, <br>		one blood, one wind-mingled music<br>playing the waves like plectra, and raises the rim<br>	of the single goblet to its lips and tastes, <br>		only silence answers the terrible vastness, <br>only death graces the obscenity of these loveless wastes.</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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	you step out of the dark wood of yourself, 
		a shy doe, a mournful lighthouse and a warning off the coast
of your infinite solitude, you, the singing bird
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