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"Bird Cloud was to be a kind of poem if a house can be that. After Bird Cloud was finished I knew it was a poem of landscape, architecture and fine craftsmanship when one of those yellow thunderstorms swept in near sunset with gold light spilling onto the ground and a rainbow."
- Annie Proulx, Bird Cloud -
"From the big windows I watched as the cliff went saffron as a candle flame, thunder marched around and hot lightning slammed the cliff. Pods of wind bust against the house with a side dish of chattering rain. IN the east the towering bulk of the storm was a sulky purple-blue the shade of new denim, but in the west the sky was opening, showing a tender blue like the lining of an antique Chinese robe."
- Annie Proulx, Bird Cloud -
"I stumble into and around poetry, frequently knocked sidewise. Sometimes I don’t know what poetry is, and it seems as plentiful as sagebrush on the steppes, and other times it seems that no poem has yet been written, just images and a few joined words flaring in some people’s minds."
- Annie Proulx, Bird Cloud -
"You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write."
- Annie Proulx
LLIBRE
bog / boek / bók / libro / livro / leabhar / llyfr / raamat / könyv / kitab
