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Summary: In this collection of deeply personal poetry, David Adams Richards offers readers both his searing observations of and profound sympathy for those he writes of, be they his own family or animals, like the "dry doe" who will soon be at the mercy of the coyotes. He captures the soul of winter in a crisp, evocative description: it is a time when "the snow begins to fall at four, / And a dead cold has entered in the bones." Equally, though differently, captured is a snapshot of life at fourteen, when he and his friends were "Young lonesome firebrands / Cigarettes aglow in the summer weather.". |
