<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aphelion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>If his moon’s face had, blue-paced, grown a frown, <br>Maybe, if his wintered kings think higher, <br>If bone-robes of gold tried long to drown.<br>Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>If sly crying eyes marred stars and skies, <br>And had not washed away Sam’s happy pire, <br>Which wept three tipples true with his fine lies.<br>Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>If his hills had willed six steep-found ills, <br>And if his children’s chiding wasn’t dire, <br>As if there lives some love beyond his wills.<br>Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>And make nine lines of moonlight moving still, <br>And if his crazy cats would stop their ire, <br>And drink their skinny dinner for his fill.<br>Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>Yes if, beneath these seas, lush fish could breathe, <br>And each dumbstruck ivy could climb higher, <br>If some sober men sung well in Meathe.<br>Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>And let lost cold of soul burn urn tonight, <br>If his adoring peacocks could admire<br>Bold beauty by men’s death in fickle fright.<br>Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>Re-instigate red turrets in his seas, <br>If his smiling sun would re-retire, <br>And make quake flames for earth in each wan please.<br>Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>And make his clipped wings, with my sky, touch down, <br>If his mountains called all birds fine sire, <br>And guitars had laughed unlike his clown.<br>Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>If his jury also felt false wigs, <br>Maybe I could synthesise a fire, <br>If his trembling hands could start two twigs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sean+Godley">Sean Godley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545484" data-title="Aphelion de Sean Godley" data-description="Maybe I could synthesise a fire, If his moon’s face had, blue-paced, grown a frown, Maybe, if his wintered kings think higher, If bone-robes of gold tried long to drown. Maybe I could synthesise a fire, If sly crying eyes marred stars and sk..."></div> </div> </div>

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