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Laddar... West Wind Pa (utgåvan 1998)av Mary Oliver (Författare)
VerksinformationWest Wind: Poems and Prose Poems av Mary Oliver
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Gå med i LibraryThing för att få reda på om du skulle tycka om den här boken. Det finns inga diskussioner på LibraryThing om den här boken. Not all of the poems in this collection resonate with me, but the ones that hit me, for at least a few lines, burn really hot and deep. There is time left - fields everywhere invite you into them. inga recensioner | lägg till en recension
The New York Times has called Mary Oliver's poems "thoroughly convincing - as genuine, moving, and implausible as the first caressing breeze of spring." In this stunning collection of forty poems - nineteen previously unpublished - she writes of nature and love, of the way they transform over time. And the way they remain constant. And what did you think love would be like? A summer day? The brambles in their places, and the long stretches of mud? Flowers in every field, in every garden, with their soft beaks and their pastel shoulders? On one street after another, the litter ticks in the gutter. In one room after another, the lovers meet, quarrel, sicken, break apart, cry out. One or two leap from windows. Most simply lean, exhausted, their thin arms on the sill. They have done all they could. The golden eagle, that lives not far from here, has perhaps a thousand tiny feathers flowing from the back of its head, each one shaped like an infinitely small but perfect spear. Inga biblioteksbeskrivningar kunde hittas. |
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The ones that spoke to me the most were "Stars," "Maples," and "Rain, Tree, Thunder and Lightning." Maybe I have a prejudice against the ones which feature animals? or maybe it is because these are closest to the kind of poetry I spend the most time with. ( )