“… the voice of Dickinson but better, and also the loaded details of a T.S. Eliot. (Shänne Sands) is here and now in her poetry, and her imagery and diction resonate like lightning throughout the senses. (she) is a master of tone and as gritty as sand as the words awaken the dullness of our senses and make us feel the world about us, its sadness, its joys, death and life.”
Butler E Brewton, Poetry Professor (emeritus) Montclair, New Jersey and Furman, South Carolina.
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Oregan Bookwatch May 2012:
We collect our thoughts, and it may be some time before we let it all be known. ‘Fidelity is for Swans’ is a memoir from Shänne Sands as she puts forth her experience in other forms of writing to create a more comprehensive work of poetry. A strong addition to any literary poetry collection, ‘Fidelity is for Swans’ is a fine and much recommended pick. (John Taylor)
You Are Not The River
You are not the river
I am not the mountain
We are flesh, we are blood.
You are not the universe
I am not the infinite
We are life, we are death –
You are not the rain
I am not the ocean
We are skin, we are bone.
I take your flesh
You taste my blood
Our bones and skin
Our life and death touch.
Then an ocean fills with rain –
Infinite is the river
And a mountain grows from us.
MORE ABOUT SHÄNNE SANDS
A young child in World War Two she spent the war in Cornwall where she says, she found her soul wandering the cliff tops and beaches of Porthtowan on the north coast. The war which shaped so many destinies took from history a million and half European Jewish children, a fact that the emerging artist in Shänne Sands understood very well.
As a teenager she studied at the Guildhall School of Music and Drama falling deeply in love with fellow student Alan Martin, a love that broke when she was nineteen and hurled her life into the turmoil from which she emerged with two children born of Indian fathers, a body of early work including Grass, started when she was seventeen and finished when was eighteen. A remarkable poem for one so young. Having been the love of a brilliant British spy and a lonely Indian King.
Publishing her first book in 1967 Is Rosemary Your daughter? about the drug crazes of the sixties and Bombay City of Sandals in 1982 about the Mumbai of the fifties, she returned to the tragic life of her father in her third and final book Loom of Crime.
Mooted by Agenda as a poet to watch she was rarely published until these FootSteps editions. Out of step with the trends of the post-war writers she neither respected Ezra Pound as a thinker or traded her love of the Romantics for the purposes of entertainment as with performance poets, or the preferences of the scholarly Saxon clique led by Hughes.
Possessing a clarity of music and form whether addressing the sadness of the artist in And So I Danced, to the vileness of tyranny in The Treadmill, the lies of love mingled with the delicious quality of love-making, her work is fearless. The dramatic poem Shadows and Realities will become one of the finest examples of its form in the English language.
To read Shänne Sands is at once to touch the wistful, the sad and yet to be uplifted. Like Balaam in the Book of Numbers she knows what life is all about, she knows the suffering and the struggle, but called upon to speak she praises for in the praise is the hope, the desire and the longing that humanity realises we can stop inflicting the pain if we want to, we just have to leave behind our willingness to be led, our readiness to see the alien in our neighbours, our eagerness to see ourselves as better than anyone else and our fear of sorrow.
Reading her work will make you sad and you will know you are sharing a feeling felt by every human being who has ever lived. It is the timeless sadness of experience, the tear behind the laughter to be embraced because it is the one feeling that never lies.