“I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars.”
Quote by Mary Oliver
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This volume presents a curated selection of a poet's work, combining newly written poems with pieces chosen from previous collections. It allows readers to trace the evolution of themes, style, and voice across different periods of the poet's career. The book typically serves as both an introduction for new readers and a comprehensive overview for those familiar with the poet's earlier publications, highlighting the continuity and changes in their artistic expression. more
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