After the Fire: A Writer Finds His PlaceU of Minnesota Press - 229 páginas The poet describes how he found his interior landscape on his farm in the hills of Wisconsin and shares his insights into the course of his life, from his Canton, Ohio, youth, to his years as a soldier, to his careers as a writer and publisher, using humor and a meditative spirit. |
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... night. Walt Whitman FOR SOME LOST REASON aeons ago, during the glacial period, the Patrician ice sheet split widely in its slow grind over the Midwest, separating at the top of an area in southwest Wiscon- sin. It passed down each side ...
... night. Walt Whitman FOR SOME LOST REASON aeons ago, during the glacial period, the Patrician ice sheet split widely in its slow grind over the Midwest, separating at the top of an area in southwest Wiscon- sin. It passed down each side ...
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... night, and they were far better than work of the hand would have been. They were not subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance.” Even after some years of being here in the silence, it still amazes me. I am ...
... night, and they were far better than work of the hand would have been. They were not subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance.” Even after some years of being here in the silence, it still amazes me. I am ...
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... nights , he would take me out to his garden and hold my hand as we looked up at the sky together . Having toiled all his adult life in the coal mines of France and America , he liked to stand out under the stars . He told me the names ...
... nights , he would take me out to his garden and hold my hand as we looked up at the sky together . Having toiled all his adult life in the coal mines of France and America , he liked to stand out under the stars . He told me the names ...
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... night I was on a feather bed in a corner of the living room, hot and uncomfortable, listening to the rumbling sleep of the adults. At one point I got up, crept across the room, and struck a resounding key on the piano. The snoring ...
... night I was on a feather bed in a corner of the living room, hot and uncomfortable, listening to the rumbling sleep of the adults. At one point I got up, crept across the room, and struck a resounding key on the piano. The snoring ...
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Índice
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Trees | 28 |
Sky | 35 |
Poetry | 40 |
Neighbors | 44 |
Birds | 49 |
Making Poetry | 55 |
Library | 67 |
The Hunt | 109 |
The Blind World | 114 |
Trouble | 134 |
Dogs | 139 |
Old Jazz | 144 |
Young Jazz | 146 |
Winter | 167 |
The Condition of My Faith | 172 |
Insects and Arachnids | 72 |
Grasses Fruits Plants | 76 |
Gardening | 80 |
Coyotes Foxes Wolves | 87 |
Taking a Punch | 90 |
Deer | 107 |
Spring | 189 |
Summer | 193 |
The Catcher | 197 |
Dairy Days | 218 |
Autumn | 227 |
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