Böcker av Pauli Rose Libsohn

As Penelope slowly drifted off to sleep and began to dream, she felt what she thought was a cool breeze floating across her cheek. Opening one eye, Penelope discovered that a gentle wind was swirling around. Then, all at once the sound of a great big WHOOSH came from somewhere in her room!

"e;The Ballet - With Encores,"e; I consider to be an "e;Ode"e; to my parents' and their enduring love - a story of their beautiful romance, inspired by and composed - not too miraculously - of their own verse. These extraordinary expressions of my parents' love for one another, with myself included, date from 1944, through to 2007. Their life-long passion is compelling, and is a declaration of love in its most positive sense - it is a bond never broken between a man and a woman, a husband and wife, and their adoring daughter.

I have now completed the final phase of the journey which I began five years ago to fulfill a promise that I made to my mother - that being, to put into book form the several volumes of her literary writings. Subsequently, that promise has resulted in the creation of this exceptional edition, uniting it with her three previous literary achievements - "e;Immortal Kisses - Confessions Of a Poet,"e; "e;Songs Of You - A Postscript,"e; "e;Silhouettes - Literary Passageways,"e; and "e;What Is Love,"e; written by myself, a biography of my parents, detailing their profound romance and their lives together - the essence of my mother's writings. My promise has now been fulfilled beyond anything that I might have ever imagined, producing an outcome I never dared to envision - achieving recognition that I sought for so long, for my wonderful mother. At last, dreams have come true!

For the first time, to my knowledge, my mother was able to put into English, the components of what is love. It was her uncommon brilliance that produced "e;Immortal Kisses - Confessions Of a Poet,"e; and its companion "e;Songs Of You - A Postscript,"e; books of poetic jewels that I refer to as "e;written gold."e; Penned by her loving hand, she wrote with passion, and a depth of emotion that could only have evolved from my mother's extraordinary thought process, naturally evolving from her inordinate intellect into an accomplished work of art. Sparked by her imagination, and fueled by her unquenchable desire to write, my mother's creative powers advanced to extraordinary heights. But not only did she write, she was also telling the story of her love affair with my father from the moment they met, until the day of the inevitable. Throughout the years, my mother never once divulged the meanings behind her poems - and I always believed them to be "e;just"e; gorgeous and romantic - poetry that swept me away. I never realized that there were stories behind them and meanings beneath them. Eventually in her own way, my mother revealed to me the various people in her life who left indelible marks, and about some of whom she wrote. Additionally, her wondrous romance with nature developed and grew into a finely tuned visual tapestry at our extraordinary home in Brookville, Long Island. It was here, along with my father, she considered to be the center of her heart - reminiscent of "e;The Weirs,"e; - my parents' famed, fairytale cottage on New Hampshire's Lake Winnipesaukee, where they spent the first week of their sixty year marriage. And so this, our magical and resplendent home, became my mother's "e;Paradise,"e; having a life-time effect on her psyche - identical to that oft-mentioned and fabled honeymoon, producing her love affair with all of nature's bounty. In view of all of this, I knew I had to sit down and write a memoir about my mother's life, as I recall her telling me, so that her poetry would be explained, along with her motivation behind her writing - that was love, and that love was my father David. He was her "e;raison d'etre."e;