My eyes look back at me
(from the mirror)
with mildly startled gaze
(in the mirror)
Unblinked, they hold no secrets
in the glass.
My eyes are large and hazel
Younger than my face
(in the mirror)
They know what I remember
who I am.
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Reviewed by Ann
Reviewed on March 13, 2003
They say the eyes are the mirror of our soul. This must be true, because as I look at your eyes they tell of someone that is still longing to capture something that has never ben found you think. But what I think is that you know what is and what is not to be and have come to accept and enjoy the things that you do have.. God Bless and don't think of what can't be changed because only God knows Our Fate. God Bless
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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