Straight and tall and cold, she no longer sees, For it is with shuttered eyes and a head held high, She blocks the sight of things that displease And holds back the tears of every soulful cry.
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Reviews of "Displeasure"
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on May 21, 2006
Great ekphrastic write, you bring the painting alive, leaving the reader wondering why and wanting to read more, but that is the beauty of brevity.
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,