Patrick White

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

Patrick White Poems

201. I Have Become My Own Season 3/23/2012
202. Something Said Softly 3/25/2012
203. Who Isn'T Trying To Live 3/25/2012
204. Lightning Hits The Horns Of The Morning Snail 3/25/2012
205. Apparitions Of The Muse 3/26/2012
206. I'M Flying Under The Light 3/26/2012
207. If You Could See 3/27/2012
208. Jumped Out Of Nothing 3/28/2012
209. The Willows Adorned By The Return Of Their Old Hair-Dos 3/27/2012
210. Driving Up To Mayberly 3/29/2012
211. The Morning After Everything 3/29/2012
212. Amazing As The Stars In The Darkness My Eyes 3/29/2012
213. Flowers Adrift On The Fragrance Of Their Own Foregoing 3/29/2012
214. Lighting It Up And Blowing It Out 3/30/2012
215. Don'T Know Where I'M Going 3/30/2012
216. I Gently Took The Strawberry Heart 3/31/2012
217. Spots On A Paint Rag 3/31/2012
218. Stranger In The Leaving 4/2/2012
219. Every Path 4/2/2012
220. Ever Since I Became A Poet 4/2/2012
221. The Angel In The Way I'M Wrestling With 4/2/2012
222. For All The Seers And Seekers Out There 4/4/2012
223. The World Is Only As Big 4/5/2012
224. The Nightwind 2/26/2012
225. I Stand Where The Listening Begins 2/26/2012
226. Gray Rain 2/27/2012
227. Thirty-Nine Children 2/27/2012
228. Great Sex In A Bower Of Razorwire 2/27/2012
229. Things I Would Say To My Daughter If She Were Here 2/28/2012
230. The Reason Most People Are Unhappy 2/28/2012
231. It's Not So Much 2/28/2012
232. The Rain Tonight 3/13/2012
233. Tryst With The Muse At An Ungodly Hour 3/14/2012
234. A Creed For The Desperate 3/14/2012
235. Enraptured By The All-Inclusive Mystic Specificity 3/15/2012
236. Does The Eye Of The Rain 3/15/2012
237. The Tragic Bliss 3/16/2012
238. Childhood Never Ends 3/16/2012
239. This Is An Old Sorrow 4/7/2012
240. Promethean Contentions 4/7/2012
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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