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Our Blue Earth
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Our Blue Earth explores the melancholy dark side as well as the natural beauties of rural life as seen through the eyes of the author as a young man growing up in Blue Earth, Minnesota. GRANDMA RAIN When it rains hard, I think of the small ring I keep in a hollow book-- my grandmother and her small hands. She touches my cheek, smiles. I tell her my name again and for a little while sit with her, sharing the warmth of her shawl. Then as the rain slows, I find myself alone again, and y…
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- Autorius: Richard Carr
- Leidėjas: Texas Review Press
- Metai: 2018
- Puslapiai: 48
- ISBN-10: 1680031414
- ISBN-13: 9781680031416
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.3 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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Our Blue Earth explores the melancholy dark side as well as the natural beauties of rural life as seen through the eyes of the author as a young man growing up in Blue Earth, Minnesota. GRANDMA RAINWhen it rains hard,
I think of the small ring
I keep in a hollow book-- my grandmother
and her small hands.
She touches my cheek, smiles. I tell her my name again
and for a little while sit with her,
sharing the warmth of her shawl. Then as the rain slows,
I find myself alone again, and young,
and I promise to be good.
Knygos.lt nariams
10,21 €
-30%
Įprastai
14,59 €
Išsiųsime per 12–18 d.d.
- Autorius: Richard Carr
- Leidėjas: Texas Review Press
- Metai: 2018
- Puslapiai: 48
- ISBN-10: 1680031414
- ISBN-13: 9781680031416
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.3 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
Our Blue Earth explores the melancholy dark side as well as the natural beauties of rural life as seen through the eyes of the author as a young man growing up in Blue Earth, Minnesota. GRANDMA RAIN
When it rains hard,
I think of the small ring
I keep in a hollow book-- my grandmother
and her small hands.
She touches my cheek, smiles. I tell her my name again
and for a little while sit with her,
sharing the warmth of her shawl. Then as the rain slows,
I find myself alone again, and young,
and I promise to be good.
When it rains hard,
I think of the small ring
I keep in a hollow book-- my grandmother
and her small hands.
She touches my cheek, smiles. I tell her my name again
and for a little while sit with her,
sharing the warmth of her shawl. Then as the rain slows,
I find myself alone again, and young,
and I promise to be good.
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