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    “In a daze that passed with no memory,
Grayson found himself in his room, alone,
The drive through the city, hollow and shimmery;
While sleep hung and preyed on his human bone.
His bedroom gaped with large carnivorous jaws
Open, waiting in the thick lonely air
As if warning against dropping his body’s guard,
Though the featherbed beckoned with a lulling stare.
Sometimes he was too lonesome to set himself free,
To escape in the revel of a privileged life.
That was when Lara, through the ethereal sea,
Enveloped him and ruined his normal life.
She was an obsession, hard to do without,
Although a dream, she could touch him in his mind.

‘I love you, Lara,
I cannot forget you,’
Grayson let down the walls
That he had forced against her.
He steadied himself against what came rushing back;
At least, something did come back,
Love breaking through the crusty depths of fear
And willing itself alive and flaming.
What passion! Rebelling and wild,
Battling and rearing in the blazing fire,
Until an essence fell into droplets
Of a raging, gentle compassion
Fierce with energy. That settled into a form,
And it was Lara, clinging to him.”

Natalie Vanderbilt’s The Most Secret Window is a tour de force. She creates an evocative world that enriches a reader’s existence beyond measure.

Few stories come to us with such exquisite, tormenting balance. That is what this epic poem is all about: balancing passions and ambition.

When one opens oneself to love, one surrenders the requirements of old paradigms and becomes a new person. That new being does not fit in an emotional straitjacket or war zone.

Her lips pressed to his and stirred to life
An unforgiving and painful passion.
They had done the forbidden in earthly life,
They had found one another with thought.
Instead of body to body, the human strife,
They’d done something they’d never been taught.

Though Vanderbilt’s zest for jarring, brutal action scenes periodically shocks us, though the San Francisco she paints is weirdly fascinating, it is the lovers themselves who compel us to read on. There is an elusive urgency in human emotion that few writers are really successful in fully recognizing and bringing to life in poems. Vanderbilt is one of the few. In this epic tale she creates a compassionate, passionate alternative to a world that too often dozes in dreamless sleep.

The universe is smaller
Than the love
That flows between us.


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