Patrick White

Rookie (September l5, l948 / Campbell River, British Columbia, Canada)

Patrick White Poems

1. Aubade With Ambiguities 1/5/2012
2. To A Young Poet 1/5/2012
3. Under This Black Umbrella 1/5/2012
4. Burning World, Take Me 1/5/2012
5. Fumarole 1/5/2012
6. I'M Learning To Dance With Eclipses 1/5/2012
7. The Moon A Blade Of Stillness 1/5/2012
8. No Matter How Far 1/5/2012
9. The Snow Grey Violet In The Ghostly Yellow Moonrise 1/5/2012
10. I Want To Take The Moon Out Of The Sky 1/6/2012
11. One Side Of My Face 1/10/2012
12. Softly, Softly, Now 1/11/2012
13. Mad Or Enlightened 1/12/2012
14. Midnight Canto 1/12/2012
15. Musing In The Aftermath 1/13/2012
16. Crucial Delusions 1/13/2012
17. It Doesn'T Matter Who I Am Now 1/14/2012
18. If I Could Cry Again 1/14/2012
19. Patronym 1/17/2012
20. And I Don'T Know If I Succeed 1/18/2012
21. Suddenly The Nightwind 1/18/2012
22. In Lieu Of A Funeral 1/18/2012
23. I'Ve Stopped Mistaking My Life 1/18/2012
24. I Keep Returning To This Line In My Childhood 1/19/2012
25. The Issue 1/19/2012
26. A Canadian Poet Since You Asked 1/20/2012
27. The Pale Months 1/20/2012
28. The Stars Will Not Devise 1/20/2012
29. Watching The Sky Turn Blue 1/21/2012
30. Come To Me In Rags Of Blue Fire 1/21/2012
31. The Last Draft 1/21/2012
32. Savage Ashtray 1/21/2012
33. The Radiant Nadirs Of The Underestimated 1/22/2012
34. One Star In The Dirty Window 1/22/2012
35. There's Nothing Cozy About Real Beauty 1/22/2012
36. January Sunset 1/22/2012
37. The Silence Has Grown So Magnanimous In The Night 1/23/2012
38. Meditations In A Snake Pit Of Dissonant Wavelengths 1/23/2012
39. Too Far From Sorrow And Tears 1/23/2012
40. Why Do You Cast Me In The Worst Light 1/23/2012
Best Poem of Patrick White

You Are Crazy

You are crazy and beautiful
and wounded and wild
and the youngest daughter
of a coven of poetic sea-witches,
and dangerous as the moon in your changes,
the fragrance of night
hovering over the blue star-honey
of your seductive hive of candles,
the skulls you drink from naked,
anointing the fire
with libations of blood and wine,
dancing to the passionate lament
of ancient serpents
unfolding their wings
like eras in the lives of stars,
constellations that have come and gone like leaves,
seasons that are only distant ...

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No Matter How Far

No matter how far into the past the star travels,
plunging its white fingers into the expanding womb of the past
to pull its own damp head out of convulsive space,
it will never find a beginning, the widening cleft between two thoughts
opening like a mouth full of silence, a sluice gate of thick water,
a dark prelude, the first letter alpha breaking like an eye
out of the eclipsed envelope into a splendour of light
to hang its jewel, its dropp of flammable water
from the i

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