Myra Schneider's Poetry WebsiteMyra Schneider

Myra Schneider
myrarschneider@gmail.com
Please note the letter R between my first and second names.

I am a British poet, a poetry and writing tutor and author with John Killick of the resource book of personal writing literatuare, Writing Your Self. I am also author of the acclaimed book: Writing My Way Through Cancer.

"... worth getting hold of if you like your poetry emotionally vulnerable, richly allusive and superbly poised between past and present." This is how Jane Holland reviewed my work in Poetry London.

STOP PRESS

New pamphlet: Five Views of Mount Fuji

This is a short sequence of poems which are responses to Hokusai's prints and each poem is illustrated with the print it relates to. The pamphlet costs £5 (post free) and all profits [about £2 for each copy] are going to the Grenfell Foundation. Please email me if you would like a copy. myrarschneider@gmail.com

 

Persephone in Finsbury Park, my recent booklet from Second Light Publications is available £7.95 post free. Please email me: myrarschneider@gmail.com or Dilys Wood, editor of Second Light Publications.

 

THE DOOR TO COLOUR is my last full collection from Enitharmon Press.

 

Here is the beginning of an in-depthreview of The Door to Colour which American poet and writer, Lance Lee has put on Amazon UK:

Metamorphoses: a review of Myra Schneider's The Door to Colour

This book is a cause for celebration, Myra Schneider's first full collection in six years, a sustained meditation first on color, and then on the self. The sheer energy and animation of the language is remarkable: "…Go into/the garden where dandelions pit themselves/against primroses…" she writes in "Garden", or "At last the rain has ceased so open/the back door and go down the steps", in "Garden", or "But when winter pelted me with rain and bullied me with winds" in "The Minotaur". Her sustained liveliness reminds me of Pasternak in My Sister - Life, as in "There pines toss, impregnating the air/with resin, and the garden/scatters its eyeglasses in the grass/where shadows read a book", taken at random from "The Mirror". Keats has the same animate lines in his odes: that animation is one of the hallmarks of great poetry. (You can read the rest of the review here)

http://www.amazon.co.uk/product-reviews/1907587519/ref=dp_db_cm_cr_acr_txt?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1

My poem, Goulash which was shortlisted for a Forward Prize (in Circling The Core) is now on you tube read by me. If you would like to listen to it please follow this link - hopefully you can make the click go straight to the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjCHGzMwNcE

You can view the interview I did with Maitreyabandhu in July at the wonderful Poetry East venue he has set up at the London Buddhist Centre in Bethnal Green. To see it just key 'Myra Schneider at Poetry East - You Tube' into google. The 40 minute interview begins with Maitreyabandhu asking me why I chose The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins and Morning Song by Sylvia Plath, as two poems which had influenced me, to be read to the audience at the beginning of the evening's event. He then asks me about my life and the different areas of my poetry and writing. The sound recording is not perfect but it is quite possible to hear with the volume turned up.

 

 

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  What Women Want  
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  Becoming  
  Poetry Anthologies I have co-edited
 
  Writing My Way Through Cancer
   
  Writing for Self-Discovery
   
  About Myself
 
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  The Poetry School
   
 

THE ORANGE TREES OF SEVILLE

I step from a taxi to a scent that hints
tropical heat, to the glass shine
of doors opening to other lives.
And it's real - the perfume piercing
the air is everywhere, its source
the blossom in small white marriages
on trees nested with globes, each
so orange it carries the red tinge
of a huge moon slung low in the sky.

The trees stand in pairs sweetening
avenue, square, passageway.
And at the centre of old courtyards,
whose Moorish arches lead to rooms
silken with darkness, I come upon them
standing in epiphanies of light
as if they never shed rubbery leaves,
ecstatic blossom, as if their oranges
are the perpetual I'm continually trying
to cup in my hands without questioning
whether always is a prize I want.

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