At Lagunitas: With Other PoemsSunstone Press, 2007 - 112 páginas In this first published collection, Peter Dechert makes a statement that deserves and rewards study. Composing his poems in many forms, he matches form to content with unexpected and striking results. His book is the essence of a lifetime of thought-provoking productivity. Although not widely known as a poet, Dr. Dechert served for several years as president of the then-nascent New Mexico Poetry Society and some of his poems have been published over the years in magazines and anthologies. Peter Dechert earned his doctorate in English Literature in 1955, and is probably best known for his five books and many articles on photographic subjects, especially the historical development of varying makes of cameras. For more than ten years he wrote monthly articles about cameras for "Shutterbug Magazine." Also an active professional photographer for many years, he has been named an honorary life member of the American Society of Media Photographers. |
Índice
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| 21 | |
Decline of a Falstaff | 29 |
Dusk Storm | 35 |
Go Out in Anger | 41 |
In State | 47 |
1945 | 53 |
On Days When I Watch Ashes in Your Eyes | 62 |
Paul Rejected | 70 |
Recalling Astolat | 76 |
Shadows for Shadows | 82 |
Suddenly | 88 |
To the Wind in Fragments | 94 |
Remember from My War | 100 |
Lifes Little Lessons | 54 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
autumn beneath big bad wolf birds blank verse blind mice blue clouds cold colors counterpoint cube Daisy dark dreams drought earth echoes eyes face Falstaff Father forever free verse friends Fugue Genoa gone grow gull Hattiesburg hear heart heat-lightning hope Jack jazz Kobaleski Krinkelt LAGUNITAS leaves Life's little lessons lightning bugs lights live look lost memory mind moon Mora morning mountains mulberry bush never night Old English penny Playmates poem poet poetry pole prose rain red ant red wolf remember rhyme Santa Fe season shadows sing snow sometimes somewhere song sonnet sound speak spring spring spring stared stars stone streets sudden SUNSTONE Suppose I tell talk Teddy things thought tomorrow tonight trees turn valleys watch ashes wear whisper Wilberforce wind winter wisp wonder words yesterdays
Passagens conhecidas
Página 29 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Página 56 - Mora to try the labyrinth around my mind would have cackled at the way the axis of the world totters a bit at the pull of stars in winter and the way green comes to the leaving of trees. Evening called upon Mora as darkness gathers around a stage at the exit of players, and lights appeared to grow of another volition among this evening.
Página 56 - I watched along the valley where Mora is while the sun drained another afternoon away and blue from the air came down into the snow on the western mountains. That day flowing away from out of Mora left me whatever...
Página 57 - ... blood of me welled up in a fountain to reach far out in the sky enough to amaze that saint, and to test the patience of witches, or the beliefs of wardens and wizards. And...
Página 101 - I must put to the sparrows hopping for the crumbs brushed off my jowls, or watch the repeated events I bore the chipmunks with, or see periods of rime pass across my eyes. I shall watch sunsets with no comprehension of the colors in them, blind at the sudden poignance of their going, and I shall sit unfocused in the rain with wonder at...
Página 56 - ... some saint should descend on me with the design of rescuing me they would find only the lost likeness of you exploded away at the last and...
Página 49 - Snow silent between us swirls into a gray matrix of parallel streets, footsteps no one hears, night, time in the snow, marquees: lights changed on a ladder by a shivering clown who could not spell your name Now, Friday, you have gone away bravely, disappeared, and the snow melts on my face. It is not for nothing between...
Página 107 - Something I've wanted to get off my chest for a long while: I grew up in school with teachers who persistently contrasted "poetry