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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ruined Homestead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">White birds, frightened from silver grass,<br>whose blood-rose breasts and wings are thrown<br>like petals settling down the pass,<br>flower the ruined homestead’s stone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rise from the fallen walls and scream,<br>crested, from the stark dead gum;<br>shatter the crystal of the morning’s dream<br>where I, across your landscape, come.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Roofless, the broken stonework frames<br>red arid hills, a valley where<br>the ghost-gums writhe like whitened flames<br>and desert-oaks droop their dark hair.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when, in the crucible of the hills<br>the molten day has died, there stands<br>under the blaze of stars that fills<br>its night, a house not made with hands.</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=Roland+Robinson">Roland Robinson</a></strong></div>

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