Quiet nights like these
From long ago
A cool breeze of heat for my shoulders
Bare for the evening
Tonight I'm drawn back
With moistened eyes, closed
Listening and breathing
Breathing and in-taking
Such sweet sounds
The candles crackle
The music volumes turn to low
It all combines with the flow
Of succulent purity
With a touch of beauty
As I take a pen another night
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Reviewed by Jamie Gilcig (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2004
I keep thinking of barefeet on hardwood in orange light after reading this. Very nice Maria.
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,
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Of succulent purity
With a touch of beauty
wonderful poem ...