Patrick White

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

Patrick White Poems

1. Aubade With Ambiguities 1/5/2012
2. Fumarole 1/5/2012
3. The Snow Grey Violet In The Ghostly Yellow Moonrise 1/5/2012
4. Let Me Be Worthy 1/7/2012
5. Born Below 1/8/2012
6. One Day Your Mouth 1/9/2012
7. Mad Or Enlightened 1/12/2012
8. Midnight Canto 1/12/2012
9. Noise Seeping Into The Silence 1/15/2012
10. The Greater Love Unanswered 1/16/2012
11. Still Life With Clown 1/16/2012
12. Patronym 1/17/2012
13. And I Don'T Know If I Succeed 1/18/2012
14. Suddenly The Nightwind 1/18/2012
15. In Lieu Of A Funeral 1/18/2012
16. I'Ve Stopped Mistaking My Life 1/18/2012
17. A Canadian Poet Since You Asked 1/20/2012
18. Come To Me In Rags Of Blue Fire 1/21/2012
19. The Last Draft 1/21/2012
20. Savage Ashtray 1/21/2012
21. The Radiant Nadirs Of The Underestimated 1/22/2012
22. One Star In The Dirty Window 1/22/2012
23. There's Nothing Cozy About Real Beauty 1/22/2012
24. January Sunset 1/22/2012
25. The Silence Has Grown So Magnanimous In The Night 1/23/2012
26. Meditations In A Snake Pit Of Dissonant Wavelengths 1/23/2012
27. Too Far From Sorrow And Tears 1/23/2012
28. Why Do You Cast Me In The Worst Light 1/23/2012
29. These Words Turn Homeward 1/24/2012
30. Old Gate Off Its Hinge 1/24/2012
31. You Lied To Me Once 1/24/2012
32. And Though It's Dark And Cold Now 1/24/2012
33. Nightbird On A Winter Branch 1/24/2012
34. And The Poems Sit There 1/25/2012
35. There, You See, I Let You Go 1/25/2012
36. Long Ago 1/26/2012
37. Poetry 1/26/2012
38. Lykoeia 1/26/2012
39. You'Re Not Mad Enough 1/26/2012
40. Whether I Languish Here 1/27/2012
Best Poem of Patrick White

The Widening Compass Of Pain


At war with the world and yourself
like two halves of the same unbroken wishbone,
teach the children how to approach their crossroads
in peace, and speak of the sword of the slayer
like a sacred syllable in the mouth of the slain
that cut through your umbilical cord
like a link in a golden chain that held you back
from the liberation of a lyrically unbounded life.

Mollify the poison of the thorn with the cure
in the medicine bag of the other fang.
When the wedding gown of the Japanese plum tree
is ruined in the rain and the dust like...

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The beast of a thousand unconsummated yesterdays
born without names in the gutter
roars in the rags of its own blood
for the poxy apricot of the rising moon. My voice
is a guitar without strings, the dark well
of an eclipse that eats the dragon
that has lingered too long in the depths without stars.
The crazy windows in this burning room
plead for a reason, a purpose, a sign

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