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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476878" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Something Said Softly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something said softly in the night<br>like a tendril on a windowsill<br>tasting the moon, a whisper, a word <br>that walked in the light without <br>abandoning its shadow, <br>a phrase with wet wings <br>dreaming itself out of its chrysalis <br>not knowing whether it's a leaf or a dragonfly<br>until the whole tree wakes up beside it, <br>something sought but rarely said <br>saturated with the meaningless life of meaning <br>that could touch space like flesh <br>and make it feel the thrill of new eyes <br>running down its arm like tears.<br>And it's not that I want <br>to unsay the night or God <br>to define myself as a human, <br>and it's of little moment to me, <br>seed on the wind, <br>what worlds are born of my words, <br>what ends, what begins, <br>what comes of what I cannot say, <br>but I want to say something <br>with the savour of time in it <br>that's worth living for a little more each day<br>like a small tree rooted like a thought<br>in a crevasse of eternity, <br>greening the moon.<br>Late at night, in the darkness, <br>while the silence is off preserving something, <br>and all I can hear is your breath <br>off in the distance like an ocean, <br>I want to unpack my vagrant heart <br>like a patched guitar-case, <br>a grave-robber in a pyramid, <br>and attune my afterlife <br>to the key of this one <br>in such a way <br>I can play like a new star in Orion <br>to all the sad, beautiful fireflies of the moment <br>that hover over us like living constellations of our own <br>not bound to any paradigm of light<br>that can only be touched by a mountain of stone.<br>I want to paint something <br>that feels like the flower <br>that just brushed against your hand, <br>I want to be inspired by the mystic blue of midnight <br>like window glass fired in the kiln of a star <br>that has looked upon the suffering of humans for so long, <br>their atrocities and deprivations, <br>their terrors and wrecked joys, <br>compassion has turned it into an eye so clear <br>you can sip water from it like tears<br>that taste of the history of blood and wine<br>that danced alone like a vine at its own wedding<br>with a bride of rain that unveiled herself <br>like falling chandeliers.<br>Unfailingly, absurdly, obsessively human <br>in the shadow of thundering magnitudes <br>that feel like the extinctions of gods<br>that time has wheeled out <br>to the enormity of the gravepit<br>that limes every abyss of the heart <br>with the stars of a new universe, <br>I want to add one candle to the shining<br>in a folly of insight so illuminating <br>even the earliest galaxies <br>forever entering the darkness <br>on the threshold of their first shedding <br>could see it, something <br>so profoundly vernal and intimate<br>even I can believe in it.</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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like a tendril on a windowsill
tasting the moon, a whisper, a word 
that walked in the light without 
abandoning its shadow, 
a phrase with wet wings 
dreaming itself out of its chrysalis 
not knowing whether it'..."></div>
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