a river never flows
but for the rain
a babe was never born
without any pain
no lovers ever loved
and neither did cry
no man has ever lived
that soon will not die
a stone flung in the air
will lose its gift of flight
a maiden is no more
when she's given you her night
so shed me no salt tears
no mournful words repeat
and count not my brief years
for this life has been sweet
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,
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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God bless you,
Deborah