The Sun's rays slowly slant and sink
The horizon turns from pink to ink
The bird in nest with folded wings
Snugly at rest, no longer sings
The Moon brightens not too far
From a faintly twinkling, winking star
Trees darken on distant hills
As the sky more stars spills
A gentle calm on nature creeps
As night awakens, and the day sleeps
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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