Patrick White

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

Patrick White Poems

881. Fire Flood Blood Or Ice 2/18/2012
882. Black Fire 2/11/2012
883. To See The Glee In Your Eyes At Eighty 2/7/2012
884. Brutal Blue Of Twenty Below 1/17/2012
885. I Long For Words 1/29/2012
886. When Rage Broke Down Into Tears 1/15/2012
887. Crossing The River On Thin Ice 1/8/2012
888. Peregrination 1/8/2012
889. Sweet One, Sapphire Lapwing 1/25/2012
890. I Have Never Said 1/31/2012
891. I Woke Up Saying Your Name 2/3/2012
892. I Miss You 2/15/2012
893. My Secret Place 2/25/2012
894. Yellow Wildflowers Under A Grey Sky 4/18/2012
895. The Object Of Our Devotion 5/31/2012
896. I Turn Out The Lights 6/8/2012
897. All This Stuff 6/27/2012
898. My Back Aching Like The Sky Goddess Nut Doing Yoga 9/11/2012
899. My Feral Kitten, Ripple 12/13/2012
900. And This Is The End Of The Road, This Is The Cul De Sac 12/10/2012
901. Awake As The Dawn Approaches 2/20/2013
902. Sweet As A Summer Night You Were 7/1/2013
903. In Moonlight And Rubber Boots 6/27/2013
904. The Long, Dark Night 10/24/2013
905. My Words Taste Of The Flavours Of The Lives I'Ve Lived 8/28/2013
906. He Gate To My Heart Open And The Horses Are Grazing In Sidereal Pastures And There’s No Turmoil In The Wind Blowing The 9/30/2013
907. I Can Feel The Skin Peeling Off Me Like Old Paint 6/25/2013
908. I'M Having An Unrequited Love Affair With Myself 9/8/2012
909. Writing Graffiti On The Blue Walls Of Heaven 3/11/2012
910. Looking At The Sky 2/5/2012
911. Impoverished Like A Loser With A High Iq 2/1/2012
912. Salt Trucks Out On The Street 1/9/2012
913. Stupid, Stupid World Full Of Lies 10/7/2012
914. Is Silence The Negative Space Of Words 12/2/2012
915. One Earth, One Third Eye, One Wild Iris Of Life In Space 4/28/2013
916. Just Go. Just Go. 8/17/2013
917. Let It Go, Let It Go, Let It Go 10/12/2012
918. Feel Like There's A Beast 6/5/2012
919. The Brighter The Light, The Deeper The Shadow 8/19/2012
920. Bright Morning 2/12/2012
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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