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“But farmers are patient men tried by brutal seasons, and if they weren't plagued by dreams of generation, few would keep plowing, spring after spring.”

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Book:The Overstory
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The Overstory

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Richard Powers
Richard Powers

Richard Powers is an American contemporary novelist, born on June 18, 1957. His works are known for their profound philosophical thinking, rich imagination, and unique narrative style. more

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“Every winter he'd be out here plowing with the big red blade mounted on the Ford, and when he was done opening up his drive, he'd by God get cracking on the neighbors' spreads down the road. Arnie and Ina, good Vikings from Minnesota. The Rays over to the east--they had a kid. Couldn't be trapped out here in snow. That's how America worked. Used to work. That was what made things function. It was all obvious come winter. Some folks wouldn't pitch in with a snow shovel if they saw a naked one-hundred-year-old lady out there struggling with a drift.”

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“She I had always seen her with him, everywhere she went she went with him, And today she walked the streets alone, and appeared so lonely without him, She did not wish to smile without him, Because she felt disturbed by smiles without him, She often admired the starry nights with him, But now the sky, more than the dying stars, missed her, because she was lost somewhere in the act of missing him, She did not want to try living without him, Because when she was tired of trying she had finally tried, and loved him, She no longer waited for the summer as she used to when she was with him, Because when she had got bored of summer and it's every beautiful thing, she had loved him, She felt the summer rose was dull without him, Because it felt fresh and brilliant when he compared her to the rose, and she always kissed him, She did not want to kiss the rose without him, Because the rose and the summer, reminded her of him, She did not feel anything without him, Because her feelings failed to produce sensations without him, She was alive, but she was still searching a part of her own self that died in him, And now she feels it is a curse to live without him, She no longer sings songs that she used to sing with him, Because her heart no more creates musical beats that it created when she was with him, She still seeks him, nothing else, just him, wherever she might be, she seeks him, Because to her there appears to be nothing left to seek without him, Birds often sing at her window, but in them too she seeks him, And the poor birds who always seek her in her eyes, fly away in sadness, because in her eyes, they only see him, just him, She does not look at the sky anymore, because there too she wishes to see him, And the sky always reminds her of him, and the moments spent with him, He has died a long time ago, but she is still with him, still believing she was born for him, So she is living, hoping that someday death will disown him, She is hoping, but not the way she used to hope when she was with him, Because now she only hopes about one thing, because all her desires and wishes begin and end with him, She is there waiting in her chair, looking out of the window and waiting for him, Begging time to lead her to him, But the time does not wish to reveal him, For if it does, heaven shall miss him, And in this strife between the heaven that wants to keep him, and her heart that wants to reclaim him, Time is the only force that can interfere, and grant her the wish of being with him, Tonight when the moon rose in the sky, the stars shone too, she looked at the sky and thought of him, Time watched her from its kingdom called everywhere, and from the heaven it finally stole him, Now they live for each other, and she lives with him, Because finally heaven too believed it is better they be together, because she indeed was born for him, Moreover, time had started procrastinating the affairs of the universe that can neither stop for her nor for him, So the heaven let her have him, because immortality felt better, only when she thought of him and when she was with him!”

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