Eye is window to the soul. We can experience many things looking into ones' eyes.
Your eyes are a resting place for the lost, A light in the dark of night, A safe haven for the wounded, A reminder of universal love, An incubator of smiles. Your eyes are a remedy for my ailment.
My field-of-view had me straining to read your beautifull short poem in its original form. So all it gave me was eyestrain. And then, I scroll down and found that you had solved the problem for us! My bad.
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,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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