Today when browsing in a book shop I found a book of poems published late in 1963 which also contained a short letter from the poet

The letter was written on the Boxing Day of that year

It is a rather benign but friendly letter to a friend which notes that due to late publication of her book she could not send it as a festive gift but wished it to be received as a gift to celebrate the new year

I can find little or no reference to this poet and it seems that she has faded into history as many minor poet’s do

As Warhol noted everybody experiences their own fifteen minutes of fame and then they slide slowly into their own oblivion

I have no intention of doing so for as far as I know I am the only cyclamen that writes poetry

If you want to contact me I am currently to be found living behind a silver statue of Andy in Bratislava