I'm going to lye here in the sunshine
and let the leaves cover me
for a thousand years.
I will sleep,
finally,
and in dreams
I will pray to never wake.
And I am sated.
But only if,
and when,
this never ends.
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,
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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