I dreamed I was sitting on a shore,
Next to a body of clear water.
Clenched in my hand, I had
A beautiful oyster,
That I was trying to pray open.
I was using a knife,
Trying to force it to open,
By brutal force,
And the oyster refused to open.
Then, I tried even harder,
Furiously, beating it with a stone,
And the oyster refused to open.
Exhausted, I regained my calm,
And softly chanted deuce words
And to my utter surprise,
The oyster opened on its own accord,
Revealing to me its magnificent pearl
Build in time by its tears of pain.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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