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Book Description Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Shelby Stephenson can walk out his back door-even in his sleep, it seems, so tithed to the land is his subconscious-and see what lies hidden before our very eyes: in the roods and plowsoles, the tree bark and creek beds, in his beloved spectre ancestors forever singing in his head. He writes about the mystery of the dirt-what it yields, what it reclaims-with more precision and prescience than any poet I can think of. I can hear him now, whispering his sacramental litany, his invocation: 'it is nothing but a song-the long journey home.' Fiddledeedee is Shelby at his best. Blessed be his wholly liturgical verse-the bard, the very voice, of North Carolina. -Joseph Bathanti, former Poet Laureate of North Carolina. Seller Inventory # 9781941209172
Book Description Condition: New. Dieser Artikel ist ein Print on Demand Artikel und wird nach Ihrer Bestellung fuer Sie gedruckt. KlappentextShelby Stephenson can walk out his back door-even in his sleep, it seems, so tithed to the land is his subconscious-and see what lies hidden before our very eyes: in the roods and plowsoles, the tree bark and creek beds, in hi. Seller Inventory # 448436901