the fragrance of the simmering but never-to-be-shared coffee, now a whole stanza encompasses a vision of peace: the dove with its aching throat, the sounds of "pouring water" and "wings in the air." But the road of the poems is no simple line from despair to hope. They are a mosaic of symbols, and, haiku-like, combine disparate images in a single picture which, we have to accept, is as paradoxical, as hopeless and promising, as "the human condition" itself.[by Peter Riley]
The Road . . .
from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Poem of the week: Peter Riley
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