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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. Mr. Berry's attention has often been turned toward contemplation of the individual's place within a community and the necessity for understanding the interdependence of all things; sabbaths, too, shares these concerns. Just as each individual makes up a vital portion of the community's hole, so these solitary celebrations connect themselves to the world from which they arose, gently and eloquently urging the reader to question his own place and time. Mr. Berry's poems, the Christian Science Monitor has written, "shine with gentle wisdom of the craftsman who has thought deeply about the paradoxical strangeness and wonder of his life," and the work collected in Sabbaths exemplifies such grace. sin reseñas | añadir una reseña
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The strong religious undercurrent in Berry's work, surfaces in this gathering of Sunday meditations, most of them set in regular verse forms: quatrain, couplet, sonnet, terza rima, and some more intricate. Contemplating on the cycle of life, Berry sees all living things as expressions of the holy light conjured from darkness in the primal act of creation. "The darkness, too, is holy, the resting place and wellspring of light and life," he says as he considers his own work of farming, particularly affectingly in the long poem addressed "To Den," written for his son. The collection's acmes, however, come in lyrics of pure praise, such as those on the winter wren, on paired swallows, and on the great trees. ISBN 0-86547-289-0: $12.95. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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Begins to grow in the spring light and rain;
The new grass trembles under the wind's flow.
The flock, barn-weary, comes to it again,
New to the lambs, a place their mothers know,
Welcoming, bright, and savory in its green,
So fully does the time recover it.
Nibbles of pleasure go all over it.
There was a PBS documentary about Berry a few weeks back. It touched me. I have read his essays and bought novels for my mom. I hadn't yet strayed into his verse.
It has been a trying week, it isn't just a job when completely vulnerable/fragile people are concerned. I found myself arriving at work each morning before seven and watering our garden. Under morning clouds and fueled by breeze my thoughts were sweetened by the Kentucky poet.
I read this entire collection in one sitting this morning and despite not having a religious bone in my body I can say I feel duly blessed. ( )