Patrick White Poems
The Widening Compass Of Pain
At war with the world and yourself
like two halves of the same unbroken wishbone,
teach the children how to approach their crossroads
in peace, and speak of the sword of the slayer
like a sacred syllable in the mouth of the slain
that cut through your umbilical cord
like a link in a golden chain that held you back
from the liberation of a lyrically unbounded life.
Mollify the poison of the thorn with the cure
in the medicine bag of the other fang.
When the wedding gown of the Japanese plum tree
is ruined in the rain and the dust like...
To A Young Poet
As you are now, and I have been
a long branch at the top of the tree
in a black spring, reaching out
for the fury of a distant star
to adorn your spine
with a leaf of light
that might be the sail
on a boat full of worlds
that will thunder like windfall fruit