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The Wind Blows Through The Doors Of My Heart Deborah Digges

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The Wind Blows Through The Doors Of My Heart Deborah Digges
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Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
File Extension: EPUB
File size: 1.68 MB
Author: Deborah Digges
Language: English
Year: 2010

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The Wind Blows Through The Doors Of My Heart Deborah Digges by Deborah Digges instant download after payment.

This breathtaking collection of poems by Deborah Digges, published posthumously, brings us rich stories of family life, nature's bounty, love, and loss--the overflowing of a heart burdened by grief and moved by beauty.
When Deborah Digges died in the spring of 2009, at the age of fifty-nine, she left this gathering of poems that returns to and expands the creative terrain we recognize as hers. Here are poems thatbring to life her rural Missouri childhood in a family with ten children ("Oh what a wedding train / of vagabonds we were who fell asleep just where we lay"); the love between men and women as well as the devastation of widowhood ("love's house she goes dancing her grief-stricken dance / for his unpacked suitcases, . . . / . . . / his closets of clothes where I crouch like a thief"); and the moods of nature, which schooled her ("A tree will take you in, flush riot of needles light burst, the white pine / grown through sycamore"). Throughout,...

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