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3.) i - xiii.
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i.
Skyward bound
the shadow from the bird,
here mine remains grounded.
ii.
Tea - heat water to
just before fish eyes pop - still
- to set free, slow pour.
iii.
Slightly baked black
thick pig iron is good,
it now depends on the tea.
iv.*
We have left the bones
to the scholars & taken
the cream for ourselves.
* imputed to Rumi.
v.
Age teaches me were
had & we are being had,
i take up my pen.
vi.
Ninty per cent water -
Chimpanzee, ninty three per
cent, the rest habit.
vii.
Apocalyptic:
water & oil shortage, plague
deluge, erruption.
viii.
Without , the comet
returns not with a bug
but a dinosaur.
ix.
Elephants & toads,
kangeroos, rabbits, cats &
rats out of sewers.
x.
Love you have returned, lo
to chastise me, I was happy
here, until you came.
xi.
I´ll sing the song of
the pied piper, my children
shall not be soldiers
xii.
When I last wrote
a sonnet, I had a bee
in my bonnet.
xiii.*
We three know now a
closer now than before,
after the translation.
*To Amparo & Andrés.
Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2002
All rights reserved.
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
11/17/2003 |
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| A fascinating write that required me to read it more than once. Thank you for this offering. Regis |
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| Reviewed by Kenny Moon |
11/17/2003 |
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| a learned mystical elliptical poem... joe |
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| Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry, R.C. |
11/17/2003 |
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| Very interesting, Robin: forces one to focus clearly or miss the point entirely. Well written. ~~Bonnie Q |
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| Reviewed by Oirdheirc Mor (Reader) |
11/17/2003 |
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Hi Robin,
This is a real cracker, though I can be a real pain in the arse at times.
I being one of those people that tend to look and see on occasion’s subject matter from a slightly different perspective.
When one observes a lion sauntering past dressed in spots, one instinctively says Ah! Simba has been with Marozi (Only ever seen one, and that was dead)
I have only had time for a quick glance at this.
The phraseology is interesting though, Pig Iron only becomes such after it is poured in to the pig, the pig being of course the mould the molten iron is poured into.
And is normally of a dark grey colouring depending on the additives to the ore designed to remove impurities.
The charnel house of academia, one could root amongst the pedant bones at leisure, whilst sipping the perfect cuppa, your right enough about the fish eyes infusion depends upon it.
The Arab’s make great tea but they only ever use the very tip from the leaf, and always seemed to be at its best made in the traditional milk tin, over a camel chip fire, their lemon tea is wonderful.
I am desperate for time, but I must come back to read again, this is good stuff.
Catch you later.
Oirdheirc Mor
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) |
11/17/2003 |
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| I am finding this fascinating, so many deep thoughts expressed simply and profoundly!! |
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| Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya |
11/17/2003 |
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| Robin....deep deep write!!!!! |
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| Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader) |
11/16/2003 |
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| Endlessly interesting and full of deep questions posed most interestingly, full of poetic paradoxes and sparking ideas... keep it going! Exceptional! |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
11/16/2003 |
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| Very insightful! |
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| Reviewed by A PAX |
11/16/2003 |
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insightful!
Love you have returned, lo
to chastise me, I was happy
here, until you came.
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