Name: The Pillars of My Soul: The Poetry of T. R. Moore (en Inglés)
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Author: Moore, T. R.
ISBN: 9781481207430

portada The Pillars of My Soul: The Poetry of T. R. Moore (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

T. R. Moore

Editorial

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

202

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9 x 15.2 x 1.2 cm

Peso

0.30 kg.

ISBN13

9781481207430

Categorías

Estados unidos de américa
Poesía

The Pillars of My Soul: The Poetry of T. R. Moore (en Inglés)

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Reseña del libro "The Pillars of My Soul: The Poetry of T. R. Moore (en Inglés)"

"The Pillars of My Soul - The Poetry of T.R. Moore" is the first publication of Terri Moore's poetry after 30 years of compilation. Her writing possesses a unique, personal voice, using a wide variety of styles. Her Poetry may be considered "Confessional," reminiscent of Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. She writes with a language that seems to have been lost over the last 50 years in poetry. It is a heart-felt, soul-wrenching journey, reading her life in these pages. It will leave you forever changed. Her poems are best appreciated when reading with a Deconstructionist mind-set, revealing all the possible meanings. Following are a few of the myriad beautiful lines to be found throughout this special collection: - Now evensong the daylight dim / To wake and play my moonlight hymn - I moulder with my secret books / My soul becoming dog-eared - I sing of dark-lit dampen walks / In glistening colors of my youth - Comfort out of the sticks of nothingness, / And great purpose from small sorrows. - Dark winds would carry worlds entire / Of words on fire with licks of lion's teeth