Announcing – ‘Sightings’ a new book of poems from Rose Cook

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a new, slim volume of poems: Sightings from Rose Cook

published by Grey Hen Press    £4 plus p&p    email info@greyhenpress.com

 

What some have said about the book:

Here are poems “bright as Lord Krishna’s hair’ that take great joy and delight in the wild-life of sea and shore. In an age of cynicism and depression over climate change these poems are a pure celebration of nature; to quote a line from her poem about building a stone wall, they are like “the heartings” that brim with “tumble and lustre”. A truly uplifting collection.

 Gill McEvoy (Rise pub Cinnamon Press)

 

There are poems here delightfully willing to see through the eyes of the creatures involved – whales, dogs, seals, fish, birds – while the human element is aware of itself as the inevitable record of vision.

And there are poems here which speak directly to the hidden in all of us; losses which remain on the inside brought to sight/light by Cook`s tender language and deft crafting.  

With the ‘white sheets’ on the washing line, Cook surrenders to sight, while that ‘single red shirt’ acts as a warning: Look out. And up, and everywhere, all the time, because it`s a good thing. Because it helps.

Sandra Tappenden (Speed pub Salt Modern Poets)

 

 

 

 

 

The Dipper by Kathleen Jamie

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The Dipper       BY KATHLEEN JAMIE

 
It was winter, near freezing,
I’d walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird.

It lit on a damp rock,
and, as water swept stupidly on,
wrung from its own throat
supple, undammable song.

It isn’t mine to give.
I can’t coax this bird to my hand
that knows the depth of the river
yet sings of it on land.

 

Rumi’s invitation

 

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing

by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

 

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.

 

(English version by Coleman Barks
Original Language Persian/Farsi)

 

 

photo Rose Cook

Peace is inside you, always

 

Approach The Soul

 

Approach the soul as a wild thing

with soft words and gentle tones

slowly

with patience and stillness.

 

Approach the soul as a wild thing

only then begin to hear

 

perpetual silence

 

with sweet accompaniment:

the twang of the breath

the music of the breath.

 

Approach the soul as a wild thing

with soft words and gentle tones

slowly

with patience and stillness.

 

Rose Cook