In the wind, I do bend Like that of the reed Or perhaps that of a willow Swaying, in the breeze Never rigid, for I would break Into a million pieces Shatter like that of glass Tinkling like rain drops upon the window On a warm summer night Yet hear my voice boom Much like thunder Hear my howl rise up at night I shall never fall asunder
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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,
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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