Light Filling My Bones: Poems.Light Filling My Bones: Poems Dorothy B. Anderson cut-paper illustrations by Donna Bruhl Hobblebush hobblebush: see honeysuckle. Books 17-A Old Milford Road, Brookline, New Hampshire Brookline is a town in Hillsborough County, New Hampshire, United States. The population was 4,181 at the 2000 census. Brookline is home to the Talbot-Taylor Wildlife Sanctuary. 03033 www.hobblebush.com (603) 672-4317 0976089645 $17.00 96 pages "Light Filling My Bones" is a beautiful collection of poems telling of author Dorothy Anderson's childhood experiences in China and her eventual journey to the United States United States, officially United States of America, republic (2005 est. pop. 295,734,000), 3,539,227 sq mi (9,166,598 sq km), North America. The United States is the world's third largest country in population and the fourth largest country in area. in 1948. Each of the five sections of "Light Billing My Bones" in enhanced by a lovely , full color, cut paper art work by Donna Bruhl. The somber som·ber adj. 1. a. Dark; gloomy. b. Dull or dark in color. 2. a. Melancholy; dismal: a somber mood. b. Serious; grave. but bright illustrations somehow capture the atmosphere of mystical joy, sadness, and overall acceptance of the duality Duality (physics) The state of having two natures, which is often applied in physics. The classic example is wave-particle duality. The elementary constituents of nature—electrons, quarks, photons, gravitons, and so on—behave in some respects of life that is so prevalent in the poems. They are also further illuminated by the Notes on the Illustrations given so kindly at the end (page 79). To capture the graceful essence of an experience is at the heart of these, and perhaps all poems. A few lines from "Mechanic Arts Mechanic arts is an obsolete and archaic term. In the 19th century, it referred to fields, some of which are now known as engineering. It was apparently an attempt to distinguish these fields from creative and artistic endeavors like the performing arts and the fine arts which were High School 1950" are a demonstration: Our English teacher, in front of the class, book in one hand, waved the other as she recited Shakespeare in a deep voice. Humid August, jammed desks, as my fellow classmates stretched, yawned, she strode and turned full face -- a teacher actor -- Words like jewels fell out of a velvet sack onto the classroom floor.... I don't remember her name -- but she set a torch to dry words, painted speaking in iridescent blues, greens, reds and gold. (p.8) "Light Filling My Bones " is a beautiful tribute to a complex life that deserves to be remembered and shared, lovingly. |
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