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. The Boy In The Fire 1/6/2012
12. Let Me Be Worthy 1/7/2012
13. One Side Of My Face 1/10/2012
14. Softly, Softly, Now 1/11/2012
15. Mad Or Enlightened 1/12/2012
16. Midnight Canto 1/12/2012
17. Musing In The Aftermath 1/13/2012
18. Crucial Delusions 1/13/2012
19. It Doesn'T Matter Who I Am Now 1/14/2012
20. Patronym 1/17/2012
21. And I Don'T Know If I Succeed 1/18/2012
22. Suddenly The Nightwind 1/18/2012
23. In Lieu Of A Funeral 1/18/2012
24. I'Ve Stopped Mistaking My Life 1/18/2012
25. I Keep Returning To This Line In My Childhood 1/19/2012
26. The Issue 1/19/2012
27. A Canadian Poet Since You Asked 1/20/2012
28. The Pale Months 1/20/2012
29. The Stars Will Not Devise 1/20/2012
30. Watching The Sky Turn Blue 1/21/2012
31. Come To Me In Rags Of Blue Fire 1/21/2012
32. The Last Draft 1/21/2012
33. Savage Ashtray 1/21/2012
34. The Radiant Nadirs Of The Underestimated 1/22/2012
35. One Star In The Dirty Window 1/22/2012
36. There, You See, I Let You Go 1/25/2012
37. Long Ago 1/26/2012
38. Poetry 1/26/2012
39. Lykoeia 1/26/2012
40. You'Re Not Mad Enough 1/26/2012
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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To A Young Poet

As you are now, and I have been
a long branch at the top of the tree
in a black spring, reaching out
for the fury of a distant star
to adorn your spine
with a leaf of light
that might be the sail
on a boat full of worlds
that will thunder like windfall fruit

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