by Danielle | Apr 3, 2023 | Guest Poems
Dog Heaven ….these beings wholly dependent on us whom we have helped lift themselves to gain a soul, but for which there is no heaven… (Letters, Rainer Maria Rilke) Rilke was wrong: …..dogs have their own Heaven, no soul required. As if Devotion were...
by Danielle | Apr 3, 2023 | Guest Poems
Red White and Blue When I drive past an elder in full flower on June roads, on some national holiday, I yearn for its distinctive scent and colour. There was a poet who saw cow parsley not as a weed, but a luxuriant drift of pure colour, white as you need to get. The...
by Danielle | Mar 26, 2023 | Guest Poems
Translation of Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) The Wild Rose-Bush How it stands there in the gloaming of a rainy evening; young and pure; offering its shoots with outstretched arms and yet in deep rose-essence, very sure; the nascent blossoms, open here and there, each...
by Danielle | Mar 26, 2023 | Guest Poems
The Old Empire Between Dreamland and the Amusement Arcade, Art-deco’s brown-gold, the foyer – polished wood, bakelite and glass – lit up so you could easily walk in, the usherette in chiaroscuro gloom, ready to take you down with her single torch beam to your numbered...
by Danielle | Mar 19, 2023 | Guest Poems
The silent place Two sets of heavy doors, solid as weightlifters’ shoulders as they roll on their hinges noiseless apart from a small cough of protest or welcome and then you’re in the space: the grand rectangular mural-encrusted incense-hinting carved varnished...
