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    Immortal Kisses: Confessions of a Poet
    Immortal Kisses: Confessions of a Poet
    Immortal Kisses: Confessions of a Poet
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    Immortal Kisses: Confessions of a Poet

    By Mitzi Libsohn

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    What interests me? The mysterious character and many faces of living things and how it is possible to philosophize about them in a simple way in the form of poetry.

    I write like a painter. I am an impressionist creating poetic pictures that suggest that the visual culminates in emotion, and the impressions of my emotional surroundings are poured like liquid over the pages of my poetry.

    Eclectic in style, the "bones" of my poetry are shaped by an awareness of the interaction of trees, birds and f

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPage Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateSep 23, 2014
    ISBN9781628385991
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      Immortal Kisses - Mitzi Libsohn

      ACKNOWLEDGMENT

      One person made these poems happen:

      Pauli Rose

      My quiet partner from beginning to end,

      she worked around the clock for months

      and burned the midnight oil.

      It was she who slipped the idea for this book into my pocket,

      and with her gifted skills and intuitive insights,

      brought it together and gave it life.

      THE POET IN ME

      Like chinks in a garden wall that are never closed up, the art of poetry is distinguished by its fissures – its narrow openings that let yet another poet in.

      Set in motion by a burst of imaginative power, I am spurred on to create – impassioned by the poet in me – scattering the seeds of my imagination over the printed page. These poems, these flowers, these jewels in the sun – are produced from a vein of material that runs through the mainstream of my consciousness and from which I extract pure gold. The imagery which I paint conveys my life’s experiences and like beautiful sketches seen at an exhibition – they endure – they stir the emotions – and their haunting qualities are vivid expressions of a recaptured past. It is within such a framework that I have immortalized those lines, figures, and pictures which I have sketched so vividly from memory – creating poetic arrangements and an artistic style which contribute to the lyrical beauty of the poems themselves, giving them a sense of fullness while heightening their emotional power.

      In the world of poetry, there is no single ruler, no king or emperor – no queen or empress. But some poets surpass others – some produce one flower, some many. The brief period of time in which the poet functions is a definite period in time as it is related to the worth, meaning and influence of their work. The special meaning of that work may not be immediately apparent, but as it moves and passes slowly in time, its impact on our senses produces reactions and repercussions.

      Mitzi Libsohn

      FOREWORD

      Mitzi Libsohn has reached her destination as a poet through the individuality of her style which is inseparable from her life’s experiences. The fluency – the rhythmic flow – the rich narratives – all create a oneness of artistic expression that make her poems stand apart for their striking individuality. The haunting quality and extraordinary mental images − love recaptured and lost, nature’s landscapes, the moon, the endless sky, and the eternal romance of the sea – all, once penetrated, have the power and force of life. Exceptional for their lustrous quality – their radiance is a reflection of her poet’s mind – producing richly embroidered tableaus woven with a common thread. Mitzi Libsohn’s poems display an array of eloquent poetic artistry that have a distinction of style upon which she has placed her stamp.

      Pauli Rose Libsohn

      IMMORTAL

      KISSES

      WHERE HAVE THE WILD GEESE GONE?

      Where have the wild geese gone

      Whose cries broke the silence

      And filled the stillness of the night

      When once you held me in your arms

      And we listened?

      Where is the moon

      That floated through window panes −

      Crossed and recrossed thresholds

      And gave new meaning to the mysterious night

      As you lay beside me?

      And O my love!

      Where is the unforgiving wind

      That whistled and sang through eaves,

      Blowing away with its songs

      And settling its chill on the passion

      That lay in your last kiss?

      I HEARD A BIRD SINGING

      While half-asleep in the arms of my belovèd,

      I heard a bird singing.

      And the song flowed from tree to tree,

      And the trees swooned and sang with it,

      And it fell like dew on every blade of grass,

      And it melted snow on mountains carved like statues.

      And on this night,

      It crept like a shadow where we slept,

      And rested with us.

      Its sweet melody rose and fell with your breathing,

      And it tangled with the moonbeams in your hair.

      And in the morning,

      It became your voice when you wakened

      And calmed me with your kisses.

      REVERIE

      Gently comes the night.

      Once again deathless visions that bear your traces,

      Move from tree to tree,

      from window to window,

      Haunting the dark recesses of my mind.

      And in one maddening moment,

      They become you,

      And all the manifestations of you

      When love was strong −

      Before you slipped away.

      Was that your voice I heard whispering in the willow last night?

      THE APPLE GREEN DRESS

      What became of the apple green dress once so dear to me?

      I am wanting it again

      And I am wanting the girl who ran in it

      Flirting with the sea

      And the gulls who surrounded her.

      On a winter’s night

      I close my eyes and remember

      How I smelled of salt

      When the dress was wet.

      Farewell sweet dress!

      I loved you

      And you never asked me why.

      …’twas for your pretty color.

      MEMORIAL TO LOVE

      How we loved the moon all those nights

      When you cradled me in your

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