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Two poems by Kyle Allan

Poem 27 where does our name lie ++++like a country ++++on its side ++++breathing or sleeping ++++sometimes ++++dead where does our identity fall ++++like leaves ++++from the trees ++++very dry where does our culture get so stiff ++++like the statue

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Two poems by Kyle Allan

There There are those spiritually hungry who should be left alone to be allowed to suffer and fight for the self their way and not become colonised objects of pity in the news or tomorrow’s anthropological thesis. There are those

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Poems by Kyle Allan

There. There are those spiritually hungry who should be left alone to be allowed to suffer and fight for the self their way and not become colonised objects of pity in the news or tomorrows anthropological thesis. There are those

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Three poems by Kyle Allan

There is a time. There is a time blatant like the rivers passing to the sea and amiable like the mercy of all cool water. There is a time brutal like mirrors and sharp like human bones and words rising

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THE ALAN PATON WILL TRUST


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The function of the trust is to negotiate terms of Permission and Rights under which Alan Paton’s work may be published, translated and/or used in any other manner, such as adaptation.


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