She lay so blissful in sleep
Her body turned just out of reach
Like a broken angel
Hiding some secret agony
Painful to lie in false sanctuary
The arms of a stranger provides temporary relief
Dismiss the danger
In the morning, a slow awakening
Two bodies entwined
Their souls are void and their hearts are dark
Decayed embers of a futile romance
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,
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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