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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You, My House Of Burning Thresholds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You, my house of burning thresholds, come<br>to me written on the breath of urgent windows, <br>and the palms of the walls that want their fortunes read, come<br>with palettes and kittens and your blue notebook of poems <br>that grows through ages of skin and mushroom kisses<br>on the forest floors of your flesh, the bracken spume<br>of the fountain that pebbles its tears in the light, <br>and the thoughtful rocks with moss-covered shoulders.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come like a spoon that sips from the heart<br>and your blood a riot of sea roses, pink and green, <br>and the black ashes of the eyes of your secrets<br>and the locks on the loveletters you wrote on the wind<br>and I will bury my boat in the waves of your mind, <br>and be your ghost forever, and live as if I were blind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There are poppies in your paintbrushes, cherries, wine, <br>earlobes of blue, and the tongues of mute tattoos<br>that have pierced your body with sad revelations <br>of the lives that you leave behind, all the simple journeys<br>that unravel the keys of the mystery in the dark inks <br>of another face, another crime, dead trains in the tunnels<br>caught like words in the throat of a mountain<br>that forgot what it meant to say, the long, mourning sentences<br>that carry you away from life to life in the arms of today, <br>and the bells and the lanterns that swing like fruit <br>in the lonely midnight stations flowering under their names.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bring me your love, your art, your wounded past, <br>your wardrobe of rainbows and scars, and the chaste rings<br>that chain your body like a planet with mutable orbits<br>to the vast freedoms of stars in the rain, all the comets<br>you could never explain to the skies you riddled from blue, <br>and all the men you’ve married under the fallen bridges <br>of final farewells. Come in the hour of thieves, in darkness <br>with your windows open, and the ladders we’ll never climb down, <br>from our islands in the clouds that call like whales across the moon.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And there are laments we can only say in echoes, in valleys, <br>in the loose threads of the stream, huge shadowing sorrows<br>that walk like clocks through our dreams, looking again <br>for faces in the window that passed their orchards in pain; <br>looking for tomorrows in the way they came in the night<br>to a doorway at the top of the stairs, that once was theirs. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There are reasons in the blood that we loose like gloves<br>and seasons and departures, exits and arrivals<br>that brave the coming and the going with maps and graves<br>that lead us each like bees to the heart’s destinations.<br>Let love guide you through the labyrinths and maze <br>and putting on wings feathered from the fires of sad silvers<br>that fall away like water and stars from the herons of our rising, <br>fly from the old reflections of the mirrors at your feet<br>out of your face of lilies and fish into a deeper darkness<br>that waits like a man on a bus with a vase, beside an empty seat.</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>