Patrick White

Rookie (September l5, l948 / Campbell River, British Columbia, Canada)

Patrick White Poems

1. Aubade With Ambiguities 1/5/2012
2. To A Young Poet 1/5/2012
3. Under This Black Umbrella 1/5/2012
4. Burning World, Take Me 1/5/2012
5. Fumarole 1/5/2012
6. I'M Learning To Dance With Eclipses 1/5/2012
7. The Moon A Blade Of Stillness 1/5/2012
8. No Matter How Far 1/5/2012
9. The Snow Grey Violet In The Ghostly Yellow Moonrise 1/5/2012
10. I Want To Take The Moon Out Of The Sky 1/6/2012
11. The Boy In The Fire 1/6/2012
12. Let Me Be Worthy 1/7/2012
13. One Side Of My Face 1/10/2012
14. Softly, Softly, Now 1/11/2012
15. Mad Or Enlightened 1/12/2012
16. Midnight Canto 1/12/2012
17. Musing In The Aftermath 1/13/2012
18. Crucial Delusions 1/13/2012
19. It Doesn'T Matter Who I Am Now 1/14/2012
20. If I Could Cry Again 1/14/2012
21. Patronym 1/17/2012
22. And I Don'T Know If I Succeed 1/18/2012
23. Suddenly The Nightwind 1/18/2012
24. In Lieu Of A Funeral 1/18/2012
25. I'Ve Stopped Mistaking My Life 1/18/2012
26. I Keep Returning To This Line In My Childhood 1/19/2012
27. The Issue 1/19/2012
28. A Canadian Poet Since You Asked 1/20/2012
29. The Pale Months 1/20/2012
30. The Stars Will Not Devise 1/20/2012
31. Watching The Sky Turn Blue 1/21/2012
32. Come To Me In Rags Of Blue Fire 1/21/2012
33. The Last Draft 1/21/2012
34. Savage Ashtray 1/21/2012
35. The Radiant Nadirs Of The Underestimated 1/22/2012
36. One Star In The Dirty Window 1/22/2012
37. There's Nothing Cozy About Real Beauty 1/22/2012
38. January Sunset 1/22/2012
39. The Silence Has Grown So Magnanimous In The Night 1/23/2012
40. Meditations In A Snake Pit Of Dissonant Wavelengths 1/23/2012
Best Poem of Patrick White

The Widening Compass Of Pain

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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...

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Burning World, Take Me

Burning world, take me, fold me in your flaming arms
and let me disappear into the unforgiving night.
Among these blind, here, in their black eggs,
eyeless birds who nest in their own ignorance,
I am the leper of light they drive out
with the stone of the moon, the wolf
with the mystic wound that will not heal until the last star
is born of the bleeding. Return me to the cold, brutal beauty
of your mineral wilderness, my bones on Venus

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