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If you've never read Patrick White, prepare you mind for an off-the-planet voyage.
Patrick has opened up new doorways of imagination...and once inside, he opens more.
Everywhere I goI am buckled by sorrowsweeping like executionersin hooded doorwaysfor the harvest of dovesthey’ve bloodied with their smiles, for the ruined roses that stain the hospital gowns