Oisin Vink Poems
- Fallen The beam of lamplight strides across the water, ...
- Hazel Maybe I have met you here once before, Long ago, I ...
- Smoke And so she rose again, Attracted to the corners. If ...
- Once I am happy here, With my worn out clothes, And a ...
- Falling Slowly I unfold myself again- The soft tap. Perspex...
- Ashen Berry I hear the ticking of the clock, Beating and ...
- Swallow Fly away my little swallow, Perching there upon ...
“And so I go on to suppose that the shock-receiving capacity is what makes me a writer. I hazard the explanation that a shock is at once in my case followed by the desire to explain it. I feel that I have had a blow; but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a blow from an enemy hidden behind the cotton wool of daily life; it is or will become a revelation of some order; it is a token of some real thing behind the appearances; and I make it real by putting it into words. It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole; this wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed ... more »
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The beam of lamplight strides across the water,
Ebbing at my feet in off-blue garments -
Enamored with the crows,
As I pass here daily;
Trailing in my stride as if I were God.
Nothing is as it seems,
Once you have fallen a long way,
If only to rise again, softly, softly.
The crows know nothing of this, nor do I -
Neither, shall we choose to accept it.
To travel onwards, where the sky looms;
Rigid and sober –
The cradle rocks and festers.
Conceived as being happy,
Which it was.
Sweet whisperings of the mind’s ...