DILUKA
POETRY
Renowned worldwide as a pianist of deep interpretation, Shani Diluka also reveals her voice as a poet. Her writing, like her music, is nourished by silence, nature, and inner landscapes, weaving words with the same intensity that she gives to sound.
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Last season, she published her first poetry book, soon distinguished by the Académie Française. Conceived as an open garden, it intertwines words and music, each poem echoing a chosen masterpiece—an invitation to listen as much as to read.
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For her second book, « Schubert’s silences », Diluka explores the vastness of our world: its immortal beauties, its shadows and mythologies, its fragile humanity. Following her acclaimed « Canopées » (2018), this new collection offers poems and aphorisms—fragments of light, inner landscapes where every reader may trace their own path. Jean Fléaca’s drawings accompany the journey, weaving art and dream into her meditations.
Shani Diluka will release a new book this winter : an essay on music and philosophy entitled « Du spirituel dans l’Art, en particulier dans la musique » (On the Spiritual in Art, and in Music in Particular), a tribute to Kandinsky. In it, she reflects on the spiritual dimension of sound, where art becomes not only expression but revelation.
LATEST EDITIONS
On seeing Botticelli’s painting “The Birth of Venus” at the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Aphrodite's sad gaze turns away from the forest. From mythology to mankind, one Nature, sovereign and divine.
Aphrodite’s sorrow
O bride of fire, as you love, so do you hate
And poised atop the glossy shell you shake
Hair windborne, Aphrodite, you forget, you supplicate
The forest’s pillars for eternity do Man forsake
Her doleful eyes behold the world torn down,
as lustre-lacking pearls and suns in hiding drown.
Her alabaster soul may mask the blackness of our kind,
but beauty so immaculate cannot endure in dreams confined.
The Buontalenti Grotto, inspired by an Ovidian myth, is located in Florence’s Boboli Gardens.
The space is dominated by the four “Prigioni”, unfinished scupltures by Michelangelo evoking the chained figures in Plato’s Allegory of the cave.
Man, incomplete in both body and mind.
Michelangelo’s Grotto
Chained effigies dance in a line
A compass tight in fingers grasped
The soul within a sheath enclasped
Alone, bedewed, the Being trips,
A sunbeam lowly vermin grips,
Melts sugar from his blood-red lips
A whorl, the earth revolves in him,
His moon eyes search the twilight dim,
The daylight fills him from within
Michelangelo to Plato whispers
Ovid, stunned, regards the pair
And lost in thought at Boboli, I sit and stare.
Nature, Man and proportions.
The Fibonacci sequence is a series of integers strongly related to the Golden Ratio.
The beginning of the poem takes the form of a “fib”,
where the number of syllables per line follows the Fibonacci sequence: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8.
The Fibonacci Mystery
The
Trees
beseech
all Mankind:
Heed the Holy Grail,
The lines great structures all entail
By Cheops, Vitruvius, at Amboise,
The intersecting arcane laws
The spirits of Parnassus dance the Scamander
The fossil breathes ash-laden air
The pine trees’ armour interlocks
A whispering of arcane thoughts