In the yesterday of youth I dared to dream
I had a song to give the world.
In the caverns of my mind
Where light never makes things clear,
I had a lifetime left, I thought,
To make those dreams come true .
Now the yesterday of youth has gone forever;
It won’t return no matter what.
Through the cobwebs of my mind
Drift the visions I had long ago.
Whatever happened to the years
That once stretched far ahead?
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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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