The Garden Out of Dust

The poet of The Garden Out of Dust offers—to all who wish to listen to her, or rather, to see her—here for the first time, perhaps—a little tender longing for what is constantly passing away, a pinch of feeling for the companions of our everyday fortune and misfortune, a drop of melancholic yet solid hope for a more cheerful tomorrow. She extends her hand toward us, smeared with the dusty garden colours, askew with disproportionate lore.