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Sun Shining on Snow: Poetry from the Senior College at the University of Maine at Augusta
by Ted Bookey – copyright 2012
ISBN 978-1-4675-3014-9
$16
Reviews for Sun Shining on Snow: Poetry from the Senior College at the University of Maine at Augusta
by Kevin Sweeney
These wise and brave writers exemplify Socrates' claim that the true philosophers have no fear of death. These poets elevate the often trivialized mantra of carpe diem back to profundity. Their careful scrutiny and contemplation, whether of the natural world and its particular Maine vividness or the emerging follies of a new generation, are rendered in both poignant and humorous language.
by David Moreau
The poets here express an abundance of gratitude for the life they have lived in language that is common and understandable. Their respect for the words and effort to learn a craft are evident on every page.
Poetry is a flexible tool. It can reveal the heart in a hurry. Or it can simply be used to have fun. This wonderful anthology does a fair share of both. Please read it with a cup of tea beside you and a cat on your lap. You will find it very good company.
Sample from Sun Shining on Snow: Poetry from the Senior College at the University of Maine at Augusta
Fruitwood - by Alice Gifford
When we had the cherry tree cut
The smell of cherries breathed in the wood,
ghostly as when its blossoms shine white
under the moon, that cordial breath of cherry.
Years before in Provence we burned the stumps
of old grapevines as they were replaced, burned them
in the villa's fireplace when the mistral blew,
and the breath of the grapes rose in the smoke.
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