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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Garbage Bags On The Street At Dawn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Garbage bags on the street at dawn <br>as great fronds of light unfold. <br>Venus washed out of the Hyades in Taurus<br>near Aldebaran, but Jupiter the first to go, <br>first casualties of the new day, <br>somnambulists outwalking their dreams. <br>The honking of Canada geese overhead <br>like ninety-twenties cars. Rites of passage, <br>thoroughfares of destinal traffic.<br>Me here, the sleepless witness <br>to the untimely birth of the morning, <br>ashes in the urn of the new day<br>I scatter like pigeons and doves <br>from the roofs of the unearthly buildings, <br>a wraith late for the grave, and the rest, <br>the unlabelled waste of a good beginning. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bad spiritual protocol for a ghost <br>to haunt the cradle, to outlive the candles <br>of the night before, writing suicide notes <br>to the cults of the stars that don't really care<br>I've lived for eras alone with the estranged insights <br>of a native exile longing for a home, <br>hovel, habitation, palace of space <br>that doesn't rest on the cornerstone of a planet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A changeling on the stairs of the abyss, <br>I address the indifferent windows <br>cloaked in their chronic transparency <br>and ask whose child is this <br>that no one claims as their own? <br>Not unmindful of how the world shrugs <br>the stars off like eyes of dew in the grass, <br>I am born into this emptiness without a lifeboat <br>and it's a long way to swim from here to the moon, <br>a long way to fall like a feather cut loose on its own.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a></strong></div>

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