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Rice, Will Amos

 
9781331539452: Through Broken Reeds (Classic Reprint): Verses

Sinopsis

Timeless verse that explores love, doubt, and the search for meaning
Through Broken Reeds gathers a long, contemplative sequence of poems that drift through memory, desire, and faith. The book paints quiet scenes of nature and everyday feeling, inviting readers to linger with each line and find their own meaning in the music of the language.

- Lyrical meditations on love, longing, and personal sacrifice
- Reflections on fame, art, and the struggle to be understood
- Vivid nature imagery and nocturnal moods that heighten emotion
- A blend of intimate address and universal questions about life and mortality

Ideal for readers who enjoy introspective, finely crafted poetry and thoughtful, reflective storytelling.

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Excerpt from Through Broken Reeds: Verses

Hardly dare to make the run, The goal in sight seems all too small; Yet better Should I venture all, Than never to have ventured none?

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Excerpt from Through Broken Reeds: Verses

To Whom it May Concern.

O dread monarchs, on whose rocky coast
My little boat has grounded, - let me stay!
Hold thy poised weapon: I'm but a wandering ghost
Who thought it harmless to pause upon the way.

Lift me ashore and see my eyes dilate!
Tho' weak from travel feel that strength will grow
Too far from home, I'm sorry to relate,
My little craft has floated to and fro.

But since I'm here, please try to use me well,
And I'll repay you - sometime - somewhere;
Perhaps a Druids pay, yet this I cannot tell, -
I only know I've laid my feelings bare.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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