A Poem by Stefania about Precious gems abandoned and rejected

Antonello_da_MessinaSaint Jerome in his Study by Antonello da Messina

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Dustbin rue de Sèvres

At the heart of the 7th district

In a pretty little courtyard

There is a royal and posh dustbin

As every morning, an eccentric, someone who has been let down by life

Delivers a stunning and non recyclable waste

Knowledge

Which finds its acolytes indeed.

Second hand or brand new books, even old editions

Heaps of philosophy, poetry and history

The quadrivium subjects are not supposed to bring happiness in nowadays society

Seeing my studies in the waste stirs a weird feeling

Precious gems abandoned and rejected

But also a childlike curiosity to find an unexpected morning sweet treat

As the essence, the absolute is untainted even in the waste

In this society

Can be found in this unutterable place.

I have found

The Kreuzer sonata

The life of Stalin, Kupka the visionary

The myth of Icarus by Sponville

And this very morning, last but not the least,

What if love lasted by Finkelkraut

A grandiose and eternal subject

Maybe even this dilemma on the nature of love is to be thrown in the waste.

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A Poem by Stefania

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Rue de Sevres

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Behind this poem is a story…

A while ago I received a comment on one of my posts by someone calling themselves – Seashell. I replied, and so did she… a conversation grew out of the initial contact, one which has flowed between us in comments across many posts turning a meeting between strangers into a friendship.

She has shared her story with me because I have shared my story with her, our stories have similarities and those have drawn us together, and we have helped each other to make sense of the narrative of our lives.

Like me she has lived in silence… known the comfort and the pain of that silence.

I broke my silence when I started expressing myself through my blog. The time had come for me to let the words inside outside, to set them free, to set myself free. The silence was no longer a comfort and had become only pain.

The time has come for Seashell’s shell of silence to open and let the sea within emerge.

There was a photography challenge recently on The Daily Post – Abandoned – which asked those willing to take up the challenge, to view something abandoned and find poetry within it. Capture the image and share your view of it and what it inspired.

I did a post, and in the comments on that post Seashell related an experience:

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I love abandoned objects, they have a history of their own. Guess what, in refined Paris, at the local poubelles of my block, people leave all sorts of things, especially books, lit and philosophy are the hits thrown into the litter. I have found four flutes once too!

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I found her story fascinating… I find Seashell fascinating, she has an artistic soul, her inner sea is very deep and beautiful… and when she mentioned that she had written a poem about it, I asked her if she would let me share it on my blog.

I knew this could be a case of me overstepping a boundary, that it might cause her to retreat into her shell, yet I also am aware that she is a strong and brave soul who is ready to allow the world to welcome her, to hear and see her, to encourage her to express herself, who she is, and share her vision with us.

To show her that even when we feel that the world has thrown us away like a philosophy book or a flute into a bin, that is not a reflection of us, we are not garbage, it is simply life’s way of moving us from one place, a place where we no longer belong, to another place, one where our own hand retrieves us from the garbage and shows us that we are valuable, that within us there is a world which welcomes us, and through embracing that inner world, the world outside can also learn from us to appreciate us…

Through sharing ourselves and our experience of life we enrich each other.

In her words:

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My real name, Stefania.

I don’t dislike my name, it means crown but I didn’t like the explanations given by my father who thinks it suits me as for him I am a crown of thorns

Here’s is my poem and my effort as soon as I have posted it I felt like..what are you doing crazy girl??

But before posting it where everybody will bump into it, I’d like you to be at ease to tell me if it doesn’t fit your blog or if you don’t like it, it’s your space of the mind and I object to be invasive, we already have lived quite a sample of it in our lives, haven’t we?

Thank you, this is such a big thing for me, you do know why.

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This is post is my answer.

Thank you, Stefania… for sharing.

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15 thoughts on “A Poem by Stefania about Precious gems abandoned and rejected

  1. Reblogged this on An Upturned Soul and commented:

    Happy Birthday, Seashell!
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    Auguri vivissimi per il tuo capodanno! Tanti baci e abbracci tenerissimi.
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    May this year bring you many blessings.
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    Thank you very much for sharing yourself.
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    “God placed the great diversity of shells on Earth so that mankind, in admiring their beauty, would more fully appreciate his sublime glory.” – Filippo Buonanni (he had a thing for seashells)

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    1. Dearest Ursula,
      I have just come back from a week away and i am not well equipped technologically speaking…what a lovely birthday present! it touches my heart deeply, you can’t imagine. This year it has been particularly hard and difficult, i find life very harsh and I am utterly disheartened, that’s why i express myself less, but i read you everyday and i mull over the same issues which pushed you to write your posts.
      You are an incredible person and i thank you from the bottom of my heart for thinking of me and for your precious words. ti abbraccio forte, xxx

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  2. Thank you Ursula, you touched my heart and understood it all. I didn’t know that when i felt upset about the books in the poubelles I was actually upset about myself being there, how I see myself;in psychoanalysis this is a preconscious insight, something very important and a foundation to creativity.
    hey, by the way, you got my door, it’s the blue one between the tabac and the chemists’!!!!
    whenver i am feeling better, like today, I always think I owe you a lot, meeting you has made a dramatic difference in terms of understand of my personal history and how I look at relationships with Ns, and gradually i am shifitng my image as I have investigated about myself, doubted about myself but finally i have found myself different from my parents. i still don’t know if i will be able to be myself to the brim, but I am working at it!
    THANK YOU URSULA. un grande abbraccio alla mia amica che per me non é virtuale. stefania xxx

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    1. Perbacco! Haha, what a coincidence! That was the part of rue de Sevres which I liked the most, it had a good vibe!

      Thank you, truly and deeply, you’re an inspiration and I am honoured that you shared your magnificent poem, you creativity and beauty and this moment with me 😀

      Mille milioni di grazie con amore per una amica fantastica!

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      1. In which part of the 7th did you live? it’s incredible you picked that section, as the street is so long..coincidences…and you do know i am the one to thank you for this, you are a healer, you know exacly how people feel after the storm.
        It’s as though we met ages ago, sei tu un’amica fantastica, sai io non credevo possibile comunicare così senza incontrarsi ma sono certa che la comunicazione é profonda e la tua presenza per me é reale;io ti ascolto, e normalmente sono una testona, so che hai ragione. For someone like me with a such a low self-esteem, this is a miracle!!! ursula dei miracoli!!!

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        1. So che sei una testona, è un potere di sopravvivenza, e questo è uno dei tratti che ammiro in te, e anche io ho una testa dura ed è una buona cosa da avere in questo mondo 😀

          I lived just off Avenue de la Bourdonnais, near the Eiffel tower. In a building owned by a very very French couple who did not like to use the central heating unless it was to stop the pipes from freezing and bursting in Winter (which would have been expensive to repair). The concierge was an old lady who liked to tell people about the adventures of her cat, which was a very large and rather scary cat called Minou.

          You have beautiful music inside of you, your personal music filled with so much soul, it is the kind which needs to be shared because it inspires those who hear it 🙂

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  3. Stefania, Moi aussi, je suis a Paris. Je connais aussi la souffrance, la solitude, et parfois c’est moi qui trouve des livres, parfois c’est moi, qui m’en debarasse! J’aime beaucoup ton poeme! Marilyn // To Stefania, I am also in Paris. I also know suffering and solitude, and sometimes it’s me who finds books, and sometimes it’s me who gets rid of them! I really like your poem! Marilyn

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    1. Thank you Marilyn! We are so lucky to have found Ursula and her blog, it’s the first time in my life i feel I belong somewhere!

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