" If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold that no fire can ever warm me, I know that is Poetry " wrote Emily Dickinson . It that reflection of the world, that visual imagery were to be the sole definition of poetry, Savage Rose by Helle Gade , qualifies in flying colors. Helle is a great artisan of words and makes a great fabric of visual imagery. She begins the book with 'Idun', her first poem. She writes, " The Old elder tree blossoms Herbs break free of the ground Bright green beech unfolding and the swallow is chasing bugs." The sensory liveliness is so noticeable, the imagery, one can even breath the smell of the picture she draws. Edward Hirsch wrote in his book, " The words move ahead of thought in poetry. The imagination loves reverie, the day-dreaming, the capacity of mind set in motion by words, by images. " That is what poetry is, that is what Savage Rose is all about, picturesque words, grand sensual...
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