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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476930" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nightwind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nightwind is dancing with the leafless trees <br>under a new moon<br>as if they were crutches<br>that couldn't keep up with its moves. <br>April night. <br>All potential.<br>Lilac month in the valley<br>and blue hyacinth soon <br>in the corners of forgotten yards <br>and for the first time today <br>down by the Tay where the willows <br>are going blonde <br>that bruise of a flower <br>that looks like a cross <br>between a broken egg and the moon.<br>A crocus <br>like a dab of violet paint<br>in the foreground of a drab impression.<br>The apple-trees are waiting for their brides like blossoms.<br>Saturn's in Virgo <br>and I'm out for stars<br>on my hobby-horse of a telescope<br>that's jealous of the easel I paint on <br>because it thinks it's the unheralded genius <br>and can do more with light <br>than that other moron.<br>More Copernicus for the moment <br>than van Gogh <br>I cut through fields <br>that look like November all over again <br>now that the snow's gone <br>to keep from being blinded <br>by the blazing of the town<br>attentive as a doe to the barking <br>of distant farmyard dogs.<br>I'm a one man band of snapping twigs <br>and slashing branches <br>moving deeper into the silence<br>away from windows and doors.<br>My telescope sneers at the vanity <br>of birches posing in the nude<br>because they've heard I'm a painter<br>into feminine nocturnal effects.<br>And I've been here before<br>looking for suitable subjects<br>but tonight I'm out for stars <br>and the wounded mystery of being alone <br>in a place that everything's adapted to <br>but where nothing feels it belongs<br>to judge by the way they keep to themselves. <br>Wherever I am <br>the stars have always reminded me of home<br>as if this were the place of exile <br>and the testing ground <br>of life on earth<br>to see who makes it back<br>and I am stilled and mindbound<br>by such a commingling <br>of longing wonder and sadness <br>my blood burns like a lovesong <br>to the great absence that keeps us apart<br>and how much time and distance it takes <br>to abandon a heart that clings<br>like colour to the clouds. <br>How much darkness <br>must be intensified by a human <br>into black matter <br>before the ore <br>is prodigal with light.<br>All the good stars are going down with Taurus <br>though I can see the snakes <br>still flaring lethally in Al Gol <br>like the Medusa's severed head<br>and there's that poor man's chandelier<br>the Pleiades <br>still enchanted with the charms <br>of Alcyone and her sisters<br>though like me <br>they're getting on in years.<br>Longer wavelengths<br>Longer shadows <br>shifting into infrared.<br>All the blue-white fury <br>that was the frequency of my youth <br>the mellow yellow of the autumnal truth<br>that the seeing might be as ageless <br>as the perennial insight <br>into the beginningless birth of the mind<br>but my eyes are estranged from the light<br>like two drops of water on a starless night<br>ripening like bells<br>sweetened by thoughts of perishing<br>above the abyss below them. <br>Hanging from the tip of a blade of stargrass<br>they're trying to remember<br>without crying <br>what became of the wedding <br>that wore them like an orchard up the aisle <br>before they're lowered <br>like the eyelids of a crocus <br>and disappear <br>into the source of themselves <br>like a well that can't hold back its tears<br>when it remembers <br>light on the mindstream <br>like a voice in a dream<br>they haven't heard for years.<br>What can you say? <br>Life is a breathful.<br>And if I were to guess <br>it's probably better that way. <br>Don't wear the silver off the mirror <br>with too much looking<br>but glance at it out of the corner of your eye <br>in passing<br>as if to say under your breath <br>o.k. you've got my attention <br>what now? <br>You should stay alert to things<br>without crowding them out of their eyes <br>the way a snakecharmer <br>listens to the cobra <br>not his flute<br>and maintains his dangerous distance. <br>And don't judge things by their magnitude.<br>Sometimes it's the dim stars <br>like the pale one above the middle<br>of the brightest three in Andromeda<br>that can lead you to a galaxy. <br>But there too you have to look askance<br>even to see hundreds of billions of stars <br>shining at such a great distance<br>right next door.<br>When everything in the knowable world is relative<br>it's because of the interdependence of its origins <br>on everything else <br>and blood is thicker than water<br>except when it's not <br>but when all is said and done<br>we're all the seventh son of the seventh son <br>of an identity theft.<br>Muddy Waters <br>there's another mule <br>kickin in your stall.<br>Born of fire without smoke <br>you're a jinn. <br>Born of water without ice <br>you shine like a sea urchin. <br>Born of earth without roots <br>there's starmud on your boots.<br>Born of air without clouds <br>you're welcome everywhere.<br>Born of stars without eyes <br>you come as quite a surprise to them.</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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under a new moon
as if they were crutches
that couldn't keep up with its moves. 
April night. 
All potential.
Lilac month in the valley
and blue hyacinth soon 
in the corners of forgotten yards 
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