Declining
To breathe a word,
In the inadequacy
Of my integrity—
This is not a love poem.
But once there was a girl
Who sent me in a whirl
And left me then!
This once-upon-a-time exists
Not only in itself
But also in crystallised visions:
Fragmented, perhaps
From the space-time-manifold,
But not in that
Transcendental reality which
Conjures the mind to light!
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,
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