Patrick White Poems

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21.
I Can Feel The Skin Peeling Off Me Like Old Paint

I can feel the skin peeling off me like old paint
around this windowframe I’ve pictured myself
standing in for the last two years like an astronomer
at the shallow end of a lens, or a water snake
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22.
Looking At The Sky

Looking at the sky from the bottom of a well,
midnight at noon, a firefly
or a musical note deep in a flute
waiting to be played, ore in the mine,
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23.
Taking An Upbeat Flambuoyant Approach Toward Catastrophe

Taking an upbeat flambuoyant approach toward catastrophe.
A good attitude to go on perishing by.
Adept at it.
Like Atlantis happy enough
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24.
Impoverished Like A Loser With A High Iq

Impoverished like a loser with a high IQ.
It’s a darker discipline than art
to learn to love what you must live.
The aristocratic penury of a poet
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25.
Writing Graffiti On The Blue Walls Of Heaven

Writing graffiti on the blue walls of heaven
to bring them back down to earth.
Seven come eleven in reverse
I'm rolling my skull like snake-eyes
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26.
My Secret Place

My secret place down by the Tay River.
I deer-bed down among the autumn grasses
and last of the New England asters
half-lotus in cowboy boots
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27.
The Object Of Our Devotion

The object of our devotion
finally asks from us
the very eyes that dazzled us into obedience,
and leads us like a wind,
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28.
Yellow Wildflowers Under A Grey Sky

Yellow wildflowers under a grey sky,
visionary smog on the dirty windows,
a genie in a crack pipe that ungrants
whatever wishes you came with
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29.
I Woke Up Saying Your Name

I woke up saying your name
but in the course of the day forgot.
I should have forgiven you sooner
but my tongue was a noose and a knot.
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30.
Sweet One, Sapphire Lapwing

Sweet one, sapphire lapwing, killdeer, comet;
how haven’t I seen you in everything, casino stars,
the high fires on the mountain that bloom in the snow,
and the tangerine daylilies like the tents of the street lamps
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