Name: Which Seeds Will Grow?: Poems (en Inglés)
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Author: Calis, Andrew
ISBN: 9781640609532

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Which Seeds Will Grow?: Poems (en Inglés)

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Libro Físico

Autor

Andrew Calis

Editorial

Iron Pen

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

ISBN13

9781640609532

Categorías

Estados unidos de américa
Poesía
Religión y política

Which Seeds Will Grow?: Poems (en Inglés)

Andrew Calis (Autor) · Iron Pen · Tapa Blanda

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A new collection by Palestinian-American poet, Andrew Calis finds hope in the Holy Land. "And we hoped in spite of only dirt For the green that could be anything." Steeped in wonder, Which Seeds Will Grow? explores the past and the present, from ancient Jerusalem to Baltimore's gardens and alleys. The poems are patient, waiting for seasons to end, waiting for space to expand outward, and waiting for light to touch the earth. Despite the difficulty of waiting, readers will find hope in hopelessness and comfort in the contemplation of the world and its sacred mysteries. From Which Seeds Will Grow? Planting a Garden Stealing clippings from neighbors' yards And smiling as they grew their own blooms In the safe and hidden rooms where we Keep watch on them like they are our children. *** Nothing grew. We knew this was A possibility, had read It sometimes takes two years, And we hoped in spite of only dirt For the green that could be anything. Perhaps we dug too shallow or too close To the shade, or stepped where we had already planted, Either crushing roots or breaking their curled First shoots before they broke the surface. *** So when one survived, wove a green line Of its own, thinly sprouting something unknowable, I ran Inside and for a moment felt What John must have felt Leaving Peter, old and unsteadily running, And running breathlessly To tell everyone -- Everyone What had happened And how you wouldn't believe your eyes.