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Originally Posted by JaneC
My therapist gave me his copy of this to read. I really liked it, although it took some getting used to the poetical style, it was a joy at times to read.
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That's what I loved about it. It was kind of Tolkien-meets-Carl Sagan.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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