Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Scent of Nostalgia (10)

Through the poetry woven in a foreign language, slivers of memory strive to reach me. The history of the narrow land bequeaths me with the odour of exile, and the papers are witness to the turbulent words. Reconciling the poet to memory creates a different reality within the confines of the present and the past. The voyage of the exiled narrator returns to embellish years with the words used on distant continents.

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