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Bezig met laden... The Collected Poetry of W. H. Auden. (1945)door W. H. Auden
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Your Days Are Numbered...And Clay Ryker Knows It. Clay Ryker is a man with a dark past and an uncertain future. A failure in both business and marriage, he has come home after a decade away, hoping for a fresh start in the small Pacific Northwest town where he grew up. But Clay harbors a terrible secret, one that even those closest to him don't know. When increasingly sinister notes appear in the folds of his morning paper, Clay realizes that the truth is not so secret after all. Then people around him start dying and, with a serial killer on the loose, he discovers a terrible gift: he can foresee the timing of a person's death-his or her expiration date. As his newfound ability proves both a blessing and a curse, Clay's foreknowledge could cost more than he can bear to lose. Working with ex-cop and investigator Vince Turney, Clay has no choice but to face up to the truth of his past. Will he find the courage to overcome an unspeakable evil, one that he himself may have empowered? "From the Trade Paperback edition." Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)821.91Literature English & Old English literatures English poetry 1900- 1900-1999LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde:
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Auden was writing poetry through the rise of fascism and Stalinism, along with the global trauma of World War 2, but he makes scant and oblique references to world events. He was more concerned with the personal and how it interacted with culture. While he ambitiously tried his hand at many different poetic forms, he most commonly can be seen in the mode of contemporaries like Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell, only with a more British kind of emotional reserve, and a sharp sense of cultural context.
The last stanzas of "In Memory of W.B. Yeats" contradict Auden's belief in the limited power of poetry:
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
Does Auden think that poetry save humanity? Or his he lauding the generous spirit of the artist? ( )