A wonderous light indeed. One hat keeps us spellbound for a long time, even after the light has been extinguished, the memory lives on. Thank you for sharing your heart poem today. :)
Brought back childhood memories of catching fireflies and putting them in glass bottles. For some reason, they didn't live very long. Probably because they usually died after their mating song. Hard to hear above their brilliant light show for love.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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