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A collection of poetry.
| ISBN | 1854114387 | | Pages | 64 | | ISBN13 | 9781854114389 (What's this?) | | Volumes | 1 | | Publisher | Poetry Wales Press | | Weight (grammes) | 91 | | Imprint | Seren | | Published in | Bridgend | | Format | Paperback | | Height (mm) | 216 | | Publication date | 02 Oct 2007 | | Width (mm) | 138 | | Library of Congress | PR6058 | | Spine width (mm) | 6 | | DEWEY | 821.92 | | Academic level | General | | DEWEY edition | DC22 | |
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| | | Three Trees | | 7 | | | | The Snow Dome | | 8 | | | | Duets | | 9 | | | | Gestures | | 10 | | | | October | | 14 | | | | The Viewing | | 15 | | | | Between Two Bridges | | 17 | | | | Weathervane | | 23 | | | | Six Men in Search of a Car | | 25 | | | | Three Women Running for a Bus | | 26 | | | | Ingrid's Husband | | 27 | | | | Letters | | 28 | | | | Bill of Lading: to the 'One Life' Freight Company | | 29 | | | | Mid Morfudd | | 30 | | | | The Skylight | | 31 | | | | The White Balloon | | 33 | | | | The Black Guitar | | 34 | | | | The Shoeshine's Daughter | | 35 | | | | Five Notes from St Remy | | 36 | | | | The Lion Girl | | 37 | | | | Summer Reading | | 38 | | | | Is There Anybody There? | | 39 | | | | New Year's Eclogue | | 40 | | | | The Waiting Room | | 41 | | | | The Stooge | | 42 | | | | The Shell House | | 43 | | | | A Tree for David Trevorrow | | 52 | | | | A Thousand Windmills Fan Her Grief | | 53 | | | | Leaf Man | | 54 | | | | Outside The Gallery | | 55 | | | | The Yellow Rose | | 57 | | | | College Library | | 58 | | | | Two Violins | | 59 | | | More... | | |
Not a word is wasted in this new collection. A poet's poet, Paul Henry gets maximum effect from minimum language. Here, words behave as they were always meant to behave, opening windows, shifting perspectives, surprising you, showing you what's been there all the time, though you'd never noticed it. In 'Ingrid's Husband', you enter a hall of mirrors. The ordinary becomes alive with possibility, comic, moving, magical, compassionate. A sense of the music of words combines with an endlessly inventive imagination to produce a fine collection. - U.A. Fanthorpe With the purity of a 16th century poet, Paul Henry lets fall his beautiful lyrics like cloaks in the mud of every day. Effortless epiphanies and images gradually break open, releasing a strange power, a dark ocean of longing and loss. His poetry deepens our perception of the world. - Hugo Williams  Be the first to write a customer review
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