Patrick White

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

Patrick White Poems

641. What I Have Become And Did Not Intend 12/27/2012
642. You'Ve Been Gone Such A Long Time 12/27/2012
643. A Grey Music Hovers Over The Town 12/29/2012
644. Too Intense, Too Depressing, My Third Eye 12/29/2012
645. The Words Are Merely The Performers 12/31/2012
646. Bright Blue Winter Sunday In A Small Town 12/31/2012
647. Watching Mirrors On A Catwalk 1/1/2013
648. If It's A True Religion, It Hasn'T Got A History 1/1/2013
649. Supersymmetrical Fluctuations In My God Particle Field 1/2/2013
650. Set Up For The Night, The Candle In Its Niche 1/2/2013
651. Is It In The Nature Of Life And Light 2/23/2013
652. The Day With No Amibitions. Grey. Grey. 2/26/2013
653. The Milky Way Leaves A Trail Of Mirrors Like A Garden Snail 2/26/2013
654. Sweeter Than The Beginning Of A Delusion 2/28/2013
655. The Snow Lays A White Bedsheet, A Faceless Funeral Shroud 3/2/2013
656. No Joy In The Night, None Expected 3/2/2013
657. Sometimes You Start Out Digging A Grave 3/3/2013
658. The Night With The Personality Of An Indelible Ink Blot 3/4/2013
659. The Mystery Doesn'T Come With Windows And Points Of View 3/4/2013
660. Be A Fatalist But Move Your Feet, Good Chinese Advice 3/7/2013
661. Always Writing In The Shadow Of An Avalanche 3/8/2013
662. Accord Me A Gentle Theme 3/8/2013
663. The Night That Heals The Broken Day 3/9/2013
664. The Empowered Poet Gets No Sleep 3/10/2013
665. I Have Seen The Stiff, Brittle Leaf 3/11/2013
666. Maybe If We All Started Out 3/11/2013
667. Comet In The West Just After Sunset 3/13/2013
668. Spring Rain In The Small Hours Of The Morning 3/13/2013
669. Sitting In The Night At My Desk 3/14/2013
670. A Paint Rag Of The Masterpiece I Used To Be 3/18/2013
671. If I Were A Poem You'D Be The Last Line That Eluded Me 3/20/2013
672. I'Ve Seen What Can Happen To People In Life 3/23/2013
673. My Stomach Is A Man Gingerly Walking Across Quicksand 3/23/2013
674. Silence, Most Eloquent Ghost Of My Oceanic Emotions 3/24/2013
675. In The Ceaseless Silence 3/26/2013
676. Time To Stop Dying And Praise The Sky 3/26/2013
677. Wilder Times Than We Thought They Were In The Moment 3/28/2013
678. Yes, I Left You, Crying In The Nude Like Inspiration 3/30/2013
679. I Still Believe The Pursuit Of Earthly Excellence 3/30/2013
680. I Belong To An Invisible Cult Of The Air 4/3/2013

Comments about Patrick White

  • Jonathan Platt (1/29/2013 12:57:00 PM)

    If you've never read Patrick White, prepare you mind for an off-the-planet voyage.

    Patrick has opened up new doorways of imagination...and once inside, he opens more.

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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 ...

Read the full of You Are Crazy

Burning World, Take Me

Burning world, take me, fold me in your flaming arms
and let me disappear into the unforgiving night.
Among these blind, here, in their black eggs,
eyeless birds who nest in their own ignorance,
I am the leper of light they drive out
with the stone of the moon, the wolf
with the mystic wound that will not heal until the last star
is born of the bleeding. Return me to the cold, brutal beauty
of your mineral wilderness, my bones on Venus

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