About this book
“Orchard in bloom
Verdant patio
Uncontested paradise
Serene
Punctuated by four joys
Jerusalem
I love you already”
Vanessa de Loya Stauber writes about the gift she found later in life: A passionate, tender, and loving union that binds her to her husband — and to Jerusalem. These erotic poems are imbued with a sense of gratitude and commitment, to the promises they made to each other, and to the promise that comes with choosing to live in a holy land. They exude the bountiful fragrances and colors of the place they now call home: Israel — azure like the sky and white as the jasmine flower.
A song to the love of her life, “Organic Poetry” is a testament to sacred sensuousness, to discovering happiness and holding on to it like to dear life. In the words of the poet herself: “My poetry slips between the splinters of life and its untimely joys.”
“These poems of Vanessa De Loya Stauber open doors and expand avenues. A true journey to the land of love and joy.”
— David Brandstein
About the Author
Vanessa De Loya Stauber holds a master’s degree in social psychology, a doctorate in aesthetic philosophy as well as a doctorate in psychology. As an independent exhibition curator, she has orchestrated 2 Biennials and multiple auctions in Jerusalem and Tel Aviv. She has worked as a psychoanalyst for almost 30 years.
"Beautiful Is My Beloved"
Lighten on the profane
Like an abandoned vehicle
On a desolate shore
Turn away from the overhang.
To stop pleasing.
To finally love.
To welcome you as Shabbat fiancé
Rendezvous steeped in ritual
Calibrator for our week
Frantic pursuit
Fall into apotheosis
Holiness is summoned
The Shechina invited
Beautiful is our encounter.
"Portrait"
Love Talisman
What do you do with this alchemy
Wolves inside us
Lightning flash
Stretched bow
A way of being in the world
A writing-living
We walk with joy
Designated misfits
Mesmerized lovers
Gifted with nectar of
Imperishable delight
Bliss, you hold us
"The Guest"
The tree of the field looks like you
No small tree by any means
Branch born from you
I shiver at the thought to be cut off
Source of life
From our union
A garden sprouted
Settled joy
Wordless blessing
In the forest
Every Friday
Recollection precedes
The invitation to receive
The Sabbath-Queen
Taming, magnified
