Nuar Alsadir

There's a great poem by Nuar Alsadir on TheAwl, from Oct. 2011 called "Morning". It's got a great Imagist sense of mood and a kind of T.S. Eliot feel in subject matter. It is a good example of 'evoking' an idea or situation in poetic form. It doesn't go too far on either end of the scale, it's simply transporting.

Here's an excerpt:

when dark, is not that,
morning, but more like rain:

a sky of smog-stuck potatoes;
frustration without eyes.

The way I did nothing exhausted me:
I fed the wall,

[...]

 I have seven jars of lies:

one for each day and the joy!
of repetition. Weeks redouble

and hold me still,

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