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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476963" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There, You See, I Let You Go</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, you see, I let you go, just like that, open my hand <br>	like milkweed, like dandelion, a grave full of ghosts <br>		and let space take the parachutes and parasols, <br>chimney-sparks and fireflies in a gust of wind by a dark lake, <br>	and I wonder if the stars, too, are a way of saying good-bye, <br>		if the blood drapes its lanterns in black<br>after the light has fled<br>	and latches the gate with a question, if <br>		 the sun dies in the apricot after it falls, <br>if the branch is sadder by the weight of one bird <br>	or if the fruit it bears like tears is enough <br>		to go on conducting the requiem of your absence, <br>because we are just an eye of water at the end of a leaf, <br>	 a match plummeting down a well, <br>		a tiny fury of seeing that scalds the watershed <br>with the hiss of a cat, a feather of flame, and dies, <br>	the dreary slag of a dwarf moon, a black, pitted skull.<br>		And who would believe such a desolate thing, <br>was once a red bud on a paper stem, dreaming of flowers, <br>	imagining the dawns that would come of its flaring, <br>		or the constellations that might recruit its shining; <br>now the head and thorax of a dismembered insect, <br>	a pygmy matador robbed of its scarlet cape, <br>		its anonymous corpse, the only gravestone<br>to say it once existed among the radiant, a meteor, a comet, <br>	a star doused in the morning light, an orchid of fire <br>		at the end of an exclamation mark that shocked nothing<br>by its Luciferian fall from grace, no more than a wounded kite <br>	that mistook itself at the end of its tether <br>		for a phoenix with other lives. And the spring is green<br>and the rain trips delicately off the plectra of the leaves and petals, <br>	and everywhere there is the frenzy of growing things, <br>		blue carillons of liberated bells, but I am alone <br>with the battered asteroid of my own insignificance <br>	far from light and water, in a straitjacket of space, <br>		a minor bead on a rosary of greater planets, <br>a nugget of injured iron in the gold-pan gleanings of the sun, <br>	the seed cast away, the extinguished stone <br>		of a directionless house of worship<br>with nothing in my loins but the ghosts of the evicted poems <br>	that once lived there, the pride of the desert tribes <br>		before the nations of faith revised the unsayable silence<br>your eyes have left me like dry wells in the starless dark.</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 milkweed, like dandelion, a grave full of ghosts 
		and let space take the parachutes and parasols, 
chimney-sparks and fireflies in a gust of wind by a dark lake, 
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