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- Author: Stanley Plumly
- Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
- ISBN-10: 0393346625
- ISBN-13: 9780393346626
- Format: 13.7 x 20.8 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Orphan Hours is a book of reconciliation, of coming to terms with time in its most personal and memorable manifestations, and of learning the wisdom of what cannot be changed. The urgency of the elegy has been absorbed by an acceptance of the detail, texture, and small moments that constitute and enrich mortality.
from "Lapsed Meadow
I remember, in Ohio, fields of wastes of nature,
lost pasture, fallow clearings, buckwheat
and fireweed and broken sparrow nests,
especially in the summer, in the fading hilltop sun,
when you could lose yourself by simply lying down.
Who will find you, who will call you home now, at dusk,
with the dry tips of the goldenrod confused
with a little wind, filling in what's left of the light.
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- Author: Stanley Plumly
- Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
- ISBN-10: 0393346625
- ISBN-13: 9780393346626
- Format: 13.7 x 20.8 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Orphan Hours is a book of reconciliation, of coming to terms with time in its most personal and memorable manifestations, and of learning the wisdom of what cannot be changed. The urgency of the elegy has been absorbed by an acceptance of the detail, texture, and small moments that constitute and enrich mortality.
from "Lapsed Meadow
I remember, in Ohio, fields of wastes of nature,
lost pasture, fallow clearings, buckwheat
and fireweed and broken sparrow nests,
especially in the summer, in the fading hilltop sun,
when you could lose yourself by simply lying down.
Who will find you, who will call you home now, at dusk,
with the dry tips of the goldenrod confused
with a little wind, filling in what's left of the light.
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