The Idiot in the Bath

With shoulders hunched, eyes screwed tightly shut, bent over the nurse’s arm, unsightly and uncouth, almost at a run, feet tangling in the mat, week after week, the idiot takes his bath. The clouds of vapour rising from the trough of water calm him down: he’s soothed by steam.. and with every stitch of clothing…

Seven Poems

Sometimes, silent, gazing through the open pane, your beauty overwhelms me like despair, despair no consolation can extinguish, not by word, not by a kiss, despair as big as me, as old, as vain. That I can see you but cannot be you, cut off from you, by my own eyes, my sight, that you…

‘An order, within which there’s room for chaos’

The Poetry of M. Vasalis ‘Do not be misled by what you see on the surface; deep down everything has a meaning.’ Rainer Maria Rilke The poetic oeuvre of M. Vasalis (1909-) is admittedly modest in size (only around 100 poems in total, spread over three collections), but her poetry has nonetheless acquired a position…