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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Someone Loves You And You're No One</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">for Kristine Marie</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When someone loves you and you're no one, <br>what happens then? What do you have to give <br>that they aren't already in full possession of? <br>The many I have loved have become one woman.<br>And this is an orchid that blooms in fire at night. <br>And this is the dove that returns from earth <br>with a wing like a broken arrow and asks to be healed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When someone loves you and you're no one, <br>what happens then? This picture-music flowing <br>like a carillon of bliss and despair through <br>my body, heart, mind as if they were all <br>poured like dragon iron into the casting of the same bell<br>that yesterday raised like a sword to kill it back into life? <br>And this is a doorway you can stand in forever <br>as if you were greeting someone who never comes.<br>And this is that butterfly among wildflowers <br>that flutters about like a symbol of the mind <br>as if it didn't know whose loveletter it is yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When someone loves you and you're no one, <br>what happens then? Do you give them your emptiness? <br>Do you wrap space around them when they're cold <br>like a star-studded shawl you asked the night to weave <br>for someone very special into astrology? <br>Or do you minutely examine the mystic specifics <br>of your life as you've known it up to now <br>and from somewhere in some dark room <br>way back of the heart, feel the urge to apologize <br>to the stars for how much their light's been through <br>for so little? The star labours, and candles are brought forth. <br>And this is the delirium of a window the moon drinks from.<br>And this is that jewel of a tear that didn't <br>make a big splash on the rock like other tears <br>and by that you know it's a diamond in disguise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When someone loves you and you're no one, <br>what happens then? Does the air as now revel <br>like autumn in a gleeful chaos of images and insights <br>the wind unravels like leaves in a tantric realm of crazy wisdom? <br>Do you see a woman coming through a gate <br>as if she'd lived her whole life among roses and razor-blades? <br>And she's not asking for rapture, but you're beginning to feel<br>there's a peony of a supernova in the house of Cancer <br>waiting to express itself in the beauty of the way <br>it relinquishes itself like the moon to the waters of earth.<br>And this is that mysterious spell that beguiles <br>the expert hunter into baiting his trap with his own heart<br>hoping it's irresistible to the fox he wants to take it. <br>And this is that dawn of a new day that arises like<br>a strange exorcism of everything that's ever possessed you before<br>as you greet every ghost in passing off the lake <br>the same as you've always done, the waterbirds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When someone loves you and you're no one, <br>what then? You stare as I do at Venus in the sunset <br>and write long poems that tunnel through mountains <br>like work trains full of precious ores that glow in the dark <br>more intensely as it approaches like a lantern from a long way off? <br>Or is it just another firefly at the end of my nose<br>casting galactic shadows across the time and space <br>it takes to behold them in the furthest reaches of my mind? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sense a gentleness I haven't known before.<br>I see a beauty that's as easing to the eyes as moonrise.<br>And the seeds of words that haven't passed between us yet <br>are already beginning to open their eyelids and flower. <br>And there's a soft gray blue sky with a scattering of ashes<br>to honour the dead and give the wind its due <br>I can see spilling out of the urn of your heart <br>to make room for the phoenix I am about to give you <br>as if it were child's play, when I'm with you, <br>wholly absorbed like light into bread, to rise from the dead<br>and feel hunger again, to drink from the fountain mouths <br>of fire again, and desire and long as I once did <br>and imbibe the wines of life as if I'd never existed before<br>without cutting my tongue on the taste<br>or succumbing to the inconceivable as if everything <br>that followed thereafter were the afterlife of the inevitable. <br>And this is the era in which you know <br>you've already tied your blood like a scarlet ribbon <br>around a gift no one can determine the value of <br>if she opens it in wonder, haste and love.<br>And this is the moment you dread the joy of <br>when death tastes as sweet as birth in the mouth of life <br>and autumn lives out of the suitcase of all its memoirs <br>like the blossoms of a manuscript that has come to bear fruit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw you and you were a gazelle at the easel, <br>painting the moon like a beauty mark on the forehead <br>of a sacred slave girl dancing naked in the light that released her <br>like a butterfly in the jaws of a dragon she could awake with a whisper. <br>I saw you in a gust of stars, and felt the wings and dust devils <br>sprouting out of my heels to let me ride the thermals of my heart again <br>as if the long, dark, strange, radiant journey I'd already come <br>were merely a hair of the way I had yet to go like the sole copy <br>of a love poem I had committed to the wind so hopelessly <br>such a long time ago when my solitude could play <br>the rosey-fingered sea like a musical instrument <br>that could make the waves sing like mermaids <br>without a plectrum or a pick or a ship, as long <br>as there was desire in your fingertips and urgency in your art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When someone loves you and you're no one, <br>what then? Let them be everything to you even<br>if there's no you to be anything to. Pour your emptiness<br>into hers and fill the cup up to the edge of the moon <br>and let it spill over with light as if it had a leak in it<br>bigger than a record harvest in the horn of the moon at full. <br>I've cut star wheat in a virgin's hand <br>in a total eclipse of my senses<br>and touched flesh as if it were fresh bread <br>cooling on the windowsill of a hungry man<br>who can taste the light in it like letters from a child hood <br>far enough away from home to learn to love it again<br>with a second innocence more indelible than the first.<br> <br>As for me and my treehouse with open windows, <br>I shall welcome a songbird on the cusp of Leo <br>to every branch and rafter of it, or if need be <br>at sea on the moon, in the event of a storm, <br>a lifeboat fashioned out of my own bones<br>to hang on to like the eye of peace in the skull of the dragon <br>who looks at you and reads you like fireflies on a starchart<br>delineating a new constellation out of homeless space and time<br>and a habitable myth of origin for two exiles in love <br>among the sacred groves of the rootless trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With you I have not come to revere the pain and longing <br>of hungry ghosts hanging on to every blade of grass <br>like a flag at half mast in a high wind.<br>I have come to appeal any destiny <br>that doesn't bear the seal and signage of your heart. <br>Nor will I ever surrender any sword to your waters <br>that wasn't first tempered in the translucent fire of diamonds<br>that feel like a fool of cool water running down your skin<br>like a spring thaw of the crystal chandeliers<br>that melted down their spear points into rain, <br>that dipped their swords in wax <br>and trimmed the wicks into fuses <br>and lit them up like Roman candles <br>such that my eyes and my heart <br>are still flowering wildly with you in these starfields.</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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When someone loves you and you're no one, 
what happens then? What do you have to give 
that they aren't already in full possession of? 
The many I have loved have become one woman.
And this is an orchid that blooms in fire at ..."></div>
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