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Visions of Light: An Essential Poetry Collection
Visions of Light: An Essential Poetry Collection
Visions of Light: An Essential Poetry Collection
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As children and adolescents, we imagine that one day we will become knowledgeable about life, having all of our questions answered in order to reach the completion of being. However, as we age, we quickly learn that completion in life is neither easy nor certain. Steven Hyatt's Visions of Light explores universal observations that come to most of us on our human journey and the spiritual, intellectual, and emotional responses evoked when we face the many comedies and tragedies of life.

From "The Gallant Charge of Youth," a look at one's youthful naivety, to "The Hardships of Growth," a work about evolving emotionally, each poem in Visions of Light is a touching composition woven from the threads of one man's meaningful life. Whether transcending the corporeal world or painting a compassionate portrayal of dealing with difficult people, each verse offers up a beautiful scene that will strike an emotional chord with any reader.

With compelling imagery and unforgettable emotion, Visions of Light takes the reader on a deep journey into the heart of one man as he explores the human experience.

LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateFeb 28, 2008
ISBN9780595876143
Visions of Light: An Essential Poetry Collection
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Steven Hyatt

Steven Hyatt is a successful real estate firm executive with a passion for writing poetry that began at the age of fourteen. He lives in Brooklyn, New York.

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    Visions of Light - Steven Hyatt

    Copyright © 2008 by Steven Hyatt

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    Contents

    Introduction

    Like Moths

    Turning the Pages (Papercuts)

    Nihilism to Nirvana

    Jane

    The Far Side of Despair

    The Existential Mystic Night

    The Thing In Itself

    Being Here

    Work

    Becoming Grateful

    The Terms of Approval

    The Reprehensible

    To Honor the Fox

    Humility As Essence

    Judging My Brother

    My Omissions

    Shipwrecked Youth, or Seminal

    Heartbreak

    Benevolence

    Addict’s Lament

    A Visit to the Home

    The Natural Terrorist

    A Matinee for God

    Not To Be Beautiful

    Games Of Chance

    Beautiful Freedom

    Botanical Gardens in Autumn

    The Gallant Charge of Youth

    The Hardships of Growth

    Change

    Thus We Live

    Beyond Things

    Fatherless Day

    Faithless Yearning

    Planet Serublous

    Lament

    Intrepid Anxiety

    The Essential Product

    The Four Noble Truths

    The Continuing Solution

    Determined Time

    To Escape

    Difficult People

    Stuck In Myself

    Our Unceasing Bond

    Carbon Monoxide

    The Narrator’s Tricks

    Enduring Distortion

    Gelena’s Spell

    The Bad Mood

    To Love Another

    No Coincidences

    So All of Us Can Dream

    Benevolence

    If I Must

    The Great Lies of Boredom

    Jury of My Fears

    More Than an Instant

    Thoughts

    Contrition

    My Dream

    Painkillers

    Destiny Eviscerated

    On Choosing to Continue

    Delectation

    The Staining of Our Eyes

    To Recognize an Awakening

    Christmas Present

    Sleeping Late

    Parallel Perfidy

    Coming And Going

    Tough Guys

    From Me To You

    The Archives

    Until Death Do Us Part

    The Bitter Thwarting

    The Bitter Thwarting (Step 2)

    Rebecca

    Derek Disappeared

    An Incomparable Moment

    For Jean Paul

    Ode To Joy

    Bibliography

    Introduction

    To the person who by some circumstance has happened upon this volume, I offer this explanation of its contents.

    First, i must express my sincere chagrin that i am offering a book of what would be construed as poetry. Frankly, I know of no one who admittedly reads poetry and project it to be a distraction for the rare academic, some Europeans, and the sensitive introspec- tive, yet the writing of poetry seems to be a common affliction.

    A number of years ago I contacted several regional publications of poetry, and a few of their representatives suggested I read their respective publications in order to better understand the type of work that is consistent with their formats. Upon doing this I con- cluded that what I was writing had absolutely no relation to what they were publishing.

    In my frustration I embarked upon writing a novel. I concluded, as the experts I consulted had advised, that poetry was an anachro- nism that had little relevance in today’s world. Of course, the writ- ing of poetry, in essence, should be a personal expression that requires no external validation for its production; it merely expresses what beckons to be expressed. Although this is true, there is something in me that wants you to read what I have written and obtain something from it. I clearly see this as a flaw in myself, because if I am expressing anything in these pages, it is the cathartic expression of my innermost self, and this should not require exter- nal validation, agreement, or notice of any kind.

    However, what I have discovered over and over again is that I may understand something in a pure sense yet find it difficult, if not impossible, to reconcile the matter in my deepest self. In other words, although it is my mind that contains the world as I know it, and its amelioration or detraction is internally manifested, I still yearn to have you read what I have written and somehow be moved. This, I realize, may be dangerous and unnecessary, but such are the urges that motivate me to this point.

    So I embarked upon my novel writing with fierce determination, and my feverish pace ended about four months later with the com- pleted project. Subsequently, I determined that poetry’s irrelevance in today’s world is an anemic excuse for ignoring the prospect of sharing it outwardly. More than this, however, I was not as moved by the novel writing as I was by the poetry. These poems were the children of my spirit, the manifestation of my noblest thinking, cre- ated in flows of thought that were of a higher nature than the one I visited to write my novel. And so, I decided to pick up my poetry and dust it off, and allow the novel to remain on the shelf in its place.

    I have little doubt that the publishing world will have little inter- est in this volume you have happened upon. There are numerous reasons for this, but a central one might be that this work does not resemble the samples that were provided to me previously for my reference … that, and the likely irrelevance of poetry in today’s world. Frankly, I am pleased that my work is different, as it seems to me, in my ignorance of the genre perhaps, that what was being written could not possibly interest any but the most ardent devotees of contemporary verse—a group admittedly unknown

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