fire lily: flower of the flame

by Nicolette van der Walt

ISBN: 978-0-615-18143-1
Publisher: Magdalena & Co.
Rights Owner: Nicolette van der Walt
Copyright: © 2007 Nicolette van der Walt Standard Copyright License
Language: English
Country: United States
Edition: First Edition
  • Paperback book $16.95
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Printed: 149 pages, 6" x 9", perfect binding, black and white interior ink

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In this passionate collection of poetry Nicolette van der Walt shares with her readers the intimacy of her very marrow. It more than a poet who shares their heart and soul through the beauty of flowers or the tragedy of their short lives, with Nicolette it is depth of love as it smolders within long after the fire has grown cool; her poetry is a window into longing that is more intense than mere desire. Then by turns of sunlight and flowers, she is every season of the earth as she guides her readers into unblinking truths that are as luminous in the dance of sublime understanding of love and loss, as they are of intimacy, lust, parenting, nature, society and celebrations. You will want this book on your nightstand for bedtime reading and dreaming.


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Fire Lilly; [ No Rating ] 3 Jan 2008 (updated 3 Jan 2008)
Indeed!



Nicolette van der Walt, as a poet, and as a human, is an inspiration to many. She holds high such poets as Neruda and Paz as writers of love poetry, but when I take a brief foray into the genre, it is Nicolette I would hope to emulate.

Her graceful phrasing makes me hungry for love, for heartache, for Africa, flowers, and the moist hothouse where language may incite people, themselves, to bloom in the shining sun of her stanzas.

Time after time, when I am self-exiled to some Plathian drama of desperation, I seek out evidence of her rising sap to bloom again. Lost love smells as sweet when it blooms beneath her soft pen.

Once, mired in my own bog, I read her, and at once, I was off, driving to a literal bog to keep company with a pitcher plant for a couple hours. This single bloom, in it's own ray of sun, insistant in the quagmire, waited in beauty to drink of insects, to complete a circle that Nicolette would drink with stars in her eyes, even as a butterfly struggled. This, for me, sums up her work. Reading her simply makes me a better human.


Rob Ganson, Poet, Human

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