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Lädt ... Poems of Home (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets Series)von Jane Holloway
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Poets from around the world celebrate the universal appeal of the comforts of home in this unique anthology. Whether inhabited or remembered, whether solitary or teeming with family, whether a refuge from the world or a connection to a community, home is essential to the self. The poems in this anthology invite us into urban apartments and cozy cottages, stately mansions and hermits' huts. We watch a medieval housewife explain how she has spent her day; we join with Robert Herrick as he gives thanks for his "humble roof . . . weatherproof"; we peep in on Amy Lowell in the bath and John Donne in his bed, and join Joy Harjo at the kitchen table. Home can mean many things- from Horace's rural farm to Billy Collins's favorite armchair, from Milton's "blissful bower" in Paradise to Imtiaz Dharker's "Living Space" in the slums of Mumbai. Mary Oliver imagines her dream house, Emily Dickinson dwells in possibility-"a fairer House than Prose," and a wide range of displaced poets long for their home countries- Ovid, Joachim du Bellay, Kapka Kassabova, Mahmoud Darwish, and even Jules Supervielle feeling "Homesick for the Earth." Wherever you happen to dwell or whatever your idea of domestic bliss, you are sure to find visions that resonate in No Place Like Home. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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It's an enjoyable collection in a small size that might fit in a purse, briefcase, pocket or tucked into a gift basket.
STAY HOME / Wendell Berry (1934 - )
I will wait here in the fields
to see how well the rain
brings on the grass/
In the labor of the fields
longer than a man's life
I am home. Don't come with me.
You stay home too.
I will be standing in the woods
where the old trees
move only with the wind
and then with gravity.
In the stillness of the trees
I am home. Don't come with me.
You stay home too. ( )