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- Autorius: Dwight David Morgan
- Leidėjas: Outskirts Press
- ISBN-10: 1977279120
- ISBN-13: 9781977279125
- Formatas: 14 x 21.6 x 1.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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AN ANCIENT CHILD SINGING is a lyrical, introspective poetry collection that combines traditional and contemporary themes of love, nature, introspection, and the human experience. For the first time, award-winning novelist Dwight David Morgan shares 200 of his original poems crafted over five decades, exploring love, loss and the wonder of being. He delivers creativity, insight and emotion, as displayed in the opening poem: If... If blue were red and red were blue The sky would cast a crimson hue And gardeners who raise roses red Would opt for violets instead. If light were dark and dark were light We'd spend our waking hours at night, The clouds would be as black as snow And shadows would emit a glow. If death were life and life were death At birth we'd take our final breath, Old age would be a fetal state And wakes a cause to celebrate. If men were boys and boys were men I'd get to live my life again. And rest assured if such could be You'd share my youth again with me.
- Autorius: Dwight David Morgan
- Leidėjas: Outskirts Press
- ISBN-10: 1977279120
- ISBN-13: 9781977279125
- Formatas: 14 x 21.6 x 1.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
AN ANCIENT CHILD SINGING is a lyrical, introspective poetry collection that combines traditional and contemporary themes of love, nature, introspection, and the human experience. For the first time, award-winning novelist Dwight David Morgan shares 200 of his original poems crafted over five decades, exploring love, loss and the wonder of being. He delivers creativity, insight and emotion, as displayed in the opening poem: If... If blue were red and red were blue The sky would cast a crimson hue And gardeners who raise roses red Would opt for violets instead. If light were dark and dark were light We'd spend our waking hours at night, The clouds would be as black as snow And shadows would emit a glow. If death were life and life were death At birth we'd take our final breath, Old age would be a fetal state And wakes a cause to celebrate. If men were boys and boys were men I'd get to live my life again. And rest assured if such could be You'd share my youth again with me.
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