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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535631" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nightingale Confesses Into Straighter Teeth For the Seven Falling Ones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'...descend and of the curveship lend a myth to God.' - Hart Crane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boys, seven falling: Jamey Rodemayer, Tyler Clementi, <br>Raymond Chase, Asher Brown, Billy Lucas, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Even the pigeons on my stoop are silent now.<br>One mourning dove coos tenderly for these who<br>have taken their own lives publicly on our behalf, <br>for those many gone before them, broken hearts<br>enraged, no more to engage the unpersuaded<br>world which, one of them, one of the public ones, <br>in spite of murmuring wharves, in spite of amorous<br>dark alleys bitter in the pitch of the last hateful <br>American Century, Hart Crane, wrote before his leap<br>from the ship beside the phallic curve where Cuba<br>meets the lisping sea, took his tongue away which <br>sang of chill dawns breaking upon bridges whose <br>spans still freely splinter light returning hungover <br>from the night wharves, grottoes, and denim World <br>Wars, industrial embraces crushing every man and <br>now another one abandons his fingers and fiddling <br>to scattering light, takes flight from ledges to <br>edge close to an embrace no longer forbidden -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And so it was I entered the broken world <br>to trace the visionary company of love...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the itinerant priest who sits at meager feasts.<br>Suffering congregants, forlorn over their starfish and soup, <br>ask about dreams, confess to anguish, ask what should be done.<br>Here at my confessional I can only plead mercy upon the boys<br>who have jumped from bridges, hung themselves, cut, sliced their<br>compulsive hands, exploded hearts, leaping dears eyes ablaze in<br>thrall of antlers, trembling flanks strong to fly decrying the <br>violent hunt which always ends in a death bequeathing these <br>chopped bits to me and to others like me who remain at table, <br>plates before, to stare at what is to be later scattered, sown, <br>these pieces in and for Love-without-name still a stain upon <br>confused local deities and their wild-eyed supplicants.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But there is no stain upon the promiscuous sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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The boys, seven falling: Jamey Rodemayer, Tyler Clementi, 
Raymond Chase, Asher Brown, Billy Lucas, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg


Even the pigeons on my stoop are silent now.
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