From the Author
From the Inside Flap
By Dr. Aman Kay*
The poetry of Sylvia Ramsey sometimes feels like the reflection of a dawn's breeze in a field filled with butterflies and little birds. The lines and stanzas carry the reader through images and infinite memories that sooth the soul: "The warm glow of a pot-bellied stove ice cream made/of fresh fallen snow,/soft pillows of down/In beds piled high with comforts and quilts,/tucked safe in a world of soft eider-down" (p. 21).
At times Ramsey's poetry shares lines presenting their commendable poetic values that echo a philosophical notion that will lead the reader to a world of wonders: "Memory returns to a time when a wish was made . . ." (p. 31); or "With long melancholy silences . . ./the child-world has come of age" (p. 61); or "Words can be like daggers/that slash and cut the soul,/Leaving jagged cuts with unhealthy/scars that take their toll" (p. 67); or "Feeling lonely is an empty cold sky/before the sun raises its sleepy head" (p. 76).
There is an invisible and yet powerful sincere presence that brings comfort and pleasure to the reader. This presence becomes particularly magical throughout the love poems that convey the ancient component of an honest heart: "I yearn for shades of darkness/to hurry south to bring the one/Whose touch fills me with such warmth/it melts the shards of ice thereon . . ." (p. 41).
Ramsey's poetry ventures beyond time and space, gender and race, and above all the human-built boundaries. These poems open the doors and windows into far and hidden corners of every day's fear and hope while maintaining the same invisible sincerity and creative principle: "As time creeps, and crawls/at a turtle's wearisome space/Fearing my heart will be splintered/by a demon's lightning flash . . ." (p. 81); "Let me love/though love/may go unrequited,/An empty heart is much heavier/than a stone . . ." (p.93).
If you read and reread Ramsey's poetry, you, too, will be whispering "Love, faith,/and laughter . . ./Armed/with these three gifts,/I need not fear/tomorrow, nor, tomorrow . . ." (p. 93).
*Dr. Kay is a writer/poet/critic whose works have been published on three continents. For the last two decades, he has also been conducting a variety of scholarly/literary and political presentations mainly at major American universities and civic centers.