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What Sleeps Inside by Paula Sayword |
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There is a plain, wooden door, The name is yours It is a curious language, Did you find it as you hiked a forest trail, Was there a song in the back of your throat a flush of sunlight washing through your eyes, Would you simply open it, in the middle of everything, of nothing, Open. Your breath will catch like walking inside the daytime sky,
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Paula Sayword’s voice is a voice of quiet beauty. In What Sleeps Inside, Sayword deftly illuminates places of loss as well as places of tremendous beauty and hope. From the beaches outside New Haven to the landscape of the Southwest and the hilltops of New England, these poems are the poems of someone who has long been paying full attention. There’s wisdom in these pages, quiet, meticulous, reverent observations of place. This is a beautiful collection of poems! Sensual, redemptive, sorrowful, wise, and full of magic.
Dorothy Firman, Ed.D, co-author: Daughters and Mothers: Making it Work and Brace for Impact: Miracle on the Hudson Survivors Share their Stories of Near Death and Hope for New Life. |
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