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In Dulce Saudade, longing becomes art. These poems weave together flesh and faith, grief and grace, revealing how dreams endure in the body. With imagery as tender as it is unrelenting, the poet conjures both beauty and sorrow, intimacy and transcendence. The sacred and the sensual are inseparable here-spun into lyrical verses that ache with intimacy and wonder. At once confessional and visionary, the collection offers a voice that is vulnerable yet fierce-a reminder that through loss and desire, we discover the depths of our own humanity. "All I am is dream-woven again and again through the mind, desire consuming my body with its violence."…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
In Dulce Saudade, longing becomes art. These poems weave together flesh and faith, grief and grace, revealing how dreams endure in the body. With imagery as tender as it is unrelenting, the poet conjures both beauty and sorrow, intimacy and transcendence. The sacred and the sensual are inseparable here-spun into lyrical verses that ache with intimacy and wonder. At once confessional and visionary, the collection offers a voice that is vulnerable yet fierce-a reminder that through loss and desire, we discover the depths of our own humanity. "All I am is dream-woven again and again through the mind, desire consuming my body with its violence."
Autorenporträt
The sweetest welcome to you, dear reader. Poetry is the milk and honey of the soul, so delicate that you are truly reading from my heart. My first collection of poetry, Dulce Saudade, is available at your desire to read, and if you so do enter my world written on paper, I hope it brings some kind of feeling and experience to you. The written word is so powerful in our reflection and insight into ourselves and the world around us. I know, as a young girl, finding writers who thought and felt the same as me brought me great solace-knowing it was beautiful to have my mind, heart, and soul as it is. I was not alone in who I am, and you are not alone, either. Poetry entrusts the gift of accepting ourselves and all the blessed chaos of our intricate insanities. Yours truly, Dove.