Time Ends With an Empty Shell: by Christian Stokbro Karlsen

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By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

soulies says:

February 22, 2011 at 11:51 pm

“Incomplete objects”: love this.

We’re all building lives with incomplete objects. Finding them in our incomplete children, our precious fragments.

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stokbro says:

February 23, 2011 at 11:51 am

Thanks for your comment, which means a lot to me; in a way your reading of that line becomes a reference to Eliot’s “a heap of broken images”.

The poem’s form (as is the form of the collection from which it was taken) was inspired by a Swedish fyrtiotals-poet, who wrote a collection of “shattered sonnets” back in the fourties 🙂

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