Patrick White

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

Patrick White Poems

241. I'M Going To Stare 4/14/2012
242. I Remember The Bees 4/14/2012
243. In The Eye Of The Hurricane Rose 4/14/2012
244. The Leaves Tremble 4/15/2012
245. If You Had Any Compassion For Yourself 4/15/2012
246. Over And Over And Over Again 4/17/2012
247. It's Not Enough 4/20/2012
248. No Ray Of The Star 4/21/2012
249. Trying To Express 4/22/2012
250. Why Do Children Of The Poor 4/22/2012
251. God, I Hurt Sometimes For Reasons I Can Only Guess 4/22/2012
252. And I Want To Cry Out 4/23/2012
253. Down By The River Again 4/23/2012
254. Dangerous To Love Things That Perish 4/24/2012
255. Let Me Be Worthy Of The River 4/25/2012
256. I Can Remember You Screaming 4/25/2012
257. Heal Softly, Lover, Burn Gently 4/26/2012
258. My Hands Were Once 4/26/2012
259. Even When The Road Is Missing 4/27/2012
260. I'Ve Gone Somewhere 4/27/2012
261. Wired To Looking For Gardens Of Eden 4/28/2012
262. Imagine Me 4/27/2012
263. The Painting Finished 4/28/2012
264. Out Here Alone 4/28/2012
265. In That Slum Of A Neighbourhood 4/29/2012
266. So Far Down This Road 4/29/2012
267. Silence Here 4/29/2012
268. I Look Into People's Faces 4/30/2012
269. The Rain Tonight 3/13/2012
270. Tryst With The Muse At An Ungodly Hour 3/14/2012
271. A Creed For The Desperate 3/14/2012
272. Enraptured By The All-Inclusive Mystic Specificity 3/15/2012
273. Does The Eye Of The Rain 3/15/2012
274. The Tragic Bliss 3/16/2012
275. Childhood Never Ends 3/16/2012
276. Empty-Handed I Come 3/11/2012
277. Child, It's Okay To Break 3/12/2012
278. When Lightning Fries Your Hard Drive 3/12/2012
279. These Late Night Sessions With Myself 3/13/2012
280. Demonic Spirit Among The Numb 5/2/2012
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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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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