Comments about Darlene Hoskin
Dialogue Between A Fetus And Its Mother
O who shall from this warm cave, free
A soul enslav'ed such as me?
Within, no breath: like Homer blind.
Constrained, confined, with virgin mind.
A soul suspended, as if in chains
Of nerves and arteries and viens.
A strange unknown, that other part;
I feel her breath and touch her heart.
Is there still more that shines without,
Or is this womb what Life's about?
O who shall me deliver whole
From bonds of you, my dearest soul?
You, stretching upright, impale me so,
Here, with an elbow, there, a toe
Clumsy, swollen, my ...