Oriental Translation Fund:Oriental Translation Fund Volume 67
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North Star Press of St. Cloud, Inc. Paperback. New. Paperback. 144 pages. Dimensions: 8.9in. x 6.0in. x 0.6in.Readers who wander into Evelyn Kleins neighborhood will find a warm welcome… More...
North Star Press of St. Cloud, Inc. Paperback. New. Paperback. 144 pages. Dimensions: 8.9in. x 6.0in. x 0.6in.Readers who wander into Evelyn Kleins neighborhood will find a warm welcome. This Twin Cities documentary punctuated by poetic insights invites readers as extended family: with a poem rising above the sunset. The neighborhood includes a rich mix of people, Battle Creek Park, train whistles, smartweed, day flower, seasons, blue heron, rivers, rush hour and geese that;clear the pond. Enjoy the visit, the discovery of burning sumac, prickly ash and maple, and the people who ;shuffle the worldin their cards as if they held both past and future in their hands. ; Be awestruck as ;the moon casts its halo above shredded clouds. ; And then, when ;the wide-eyed moon faces the golden-haloed sun slipping behind rooftops pulling night sky between them, you will come away from Kleins neighborhood inspired by sincerity and the wisdom of a life well led. Linda Back McKay, Author of Shadow Mothers: Stories of Adoption and Reunion and The Cockeyed Precision of Time Evelyn Klein has rooted her poems and stories in the landscape of the Midwestern neighborhoods shes lived in. You can feel the north winds whipping through her yard in winter and the moist heat and mosquito buzz of her Minnesota summers. An exquisite chronicle of life. Kimberly Nightingale, Publisher Editor, Saint Paul Almanac These poems give us a lovely detailed trajectory of a womans life complete with all its bumps and beauty. Carol Connolly, Saint Paul Poet Laureate, Author of Payments Due Evelyn Klein has written an inviting collection of poems and prose reflections about the neighborhoods we live in the Twin Cities. Her perspectives are multiple of ways the Mississippi River shapes our lives. . . Strolling through the many parks for which the Twin Cities is celebrated, Klein has an attentive eye to heron, finches, and gulls. Her perspectives include that of a young mother, her parents and children. She reflects, as Americans, we move, reinventing ourselves, creating a climate within a climate, with new jobs, new families, new groups sharing a common interest. She celebrates America as a land of immigrants. . . The collection embodies our powers of responding to change and to the comparative permanence of land and water, parks, and gardens, rivers and lakes. Klein captures the atmosphere of our region. Dr. Margaret Odegard, Professor Emeritus University of Wisconsin, River Falls This item ships from multiple locations. Your book may arrive from Roseburg,OR, La Vergne,TN., North Star Press of St. Cloud, Inc, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform. Paperback. VERY GOOD. Cover and pages show some wear from reading and storage., CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Bruce Publishing Company. Good+ in Good dust jacket; 1 sticker on spine- dustjacket otherwise very . nice and clean.. 1948. Hardcover. Has Nihil Obstat and Imprimatur; 8vo; 160 pages; This book is about 3 famous Catholic people including: Mother Francesca Cabrini, Rose Hawthorne, and the Little Flower of Jeus-St. Theresa of Lisieux. ., Bruce Publishing Company, 1948, RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 30 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1853 edition. Excerpt: . . . of the Lotus given, Yet, worn by watching, round those orbs of light A blackness gathered like the shades of night. She cooled her dry lips in the bubbling stream, And lived on Amrit from the pale moon-beam, Sometimes in hunger culling from the tree The rich ripe fruit that hung so temptingly. Scorched by the fury of the noon-tide rays, And fires that round her burned with ceaseless blaze, Summer passed oer her--rains of Autumn came And throughly drenched the Ladys tender frame, So steams the earth, when mighty torrents pour On thirsty fields all dry and parched before. The first clear rain-drops falling on her brow, Gem it one moment with their light, and now Kissing her sweet lip find a welcome rest In the deep valley of the Ladys breast; Then wander broken by the fall within The mazy channels of her dimpled skin. There as she lay upon her rocky bed, N 0 sumptuous roof above her gentle head, Dark Night, her only witness, turned her eyes, Red lightnings flashing from the angry skies, And gazed upon her voluntary pain, In wind, in sleet, in thunder, and in rain. Still lay the Maiden on the cold damp ground, Though blasts of winter hurled their snows around, Still pitying in her heart the mournful fate Of those poor birds, sopfond, so desolate, Doomed, hapless pair, to list each others moan Through the long hours of night, sad and alone! Chilled by the rain, the tender Lotus sank, She filled its place upon the streamlets bank; Sweet was her breath as when that lovely flower Sheds its best odour in still evenings hour; Red as its leaves her lips of coral hue, Red as those quivering leaves they quivered too. Of all stern Penance it is called the chief, To nourish life upon the fallen leaf; But even. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<