Name: Horse Prayers: Poems From the Prairie (en Inglés)
Price: 23670.00 CLP
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Author: Blake, Anna M.
ISBN: 9781732825802

portada Horse Prayers: Poems From the Prairie (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

Anna M. Blake

Editorial

Prairie Moon Press

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

106

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

21.6 x 21.6 x 0.7 cm

Peso

0.27 kg.

ISBN13

9781732825802

N° edición

0002

Categorías

Poesía

Horse Prayers: Poems From the Prairie (en Inglés)

Anna M. Blake (Autor) · Prairie Moon Press · Tapa Blanda

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Reseña del libro "Horse Prayers: Poems From the Prairie (en Inglés)"

A collection of poetry from a small farm on the Colorado prairie; tiny stories in simple words, praise for the beautiful fragile land, and love poems to horses. This is a 106-page book of poetry and full-color photography, a softcover mini-coffee table book. Some heartfelt, some humorous, these poems are a howl to the prairie wind. I'm a woman on a farm, wonderstruck by this simple life with its plain beauty; the comfort of daily chores and bittersweet sunsets. Even my words can't look away. And the horses. This "old gray mare" isn't over that girlish phase. None of us are, so I write love poems to horses, putting words to this equine passion that powers a central part of our lives. What is it that pulls us so fiercely to horses? Horse Prayers is poetry but this love affair with brevity doesn't threaten my long-term relationship with writing non-fiction. It's more like an inky ménage à trois. Wish We felt them closebefore we had skin;from an infinite prairiethe vibration began.A slow rolling nicker rumbled, more feltthan heard. Horsescalled to us, beforewe were born, so wewould remember their warm breath when wefirst saw fairy-tale imagesin children's books. Wewere theirs long beforewe called them our own.