West wind: poems and prose poems
The New York Times has called Mary Oliver's poems "thoroughly convincing - as genuine, moving, and implausible as the first caressing breeze of spring." In this stunning collection of forty poems - nineteen previously unpublished - she writes of nature and love, of the way they transf...
Gespeichert in:
1. Verfasser: | |
---|---|
Format: | Buch |
Sprache: | English |
Veröffentlicht: |
Boston
Houghton Mifflin Company
[1997]
|
Schlagworte: | |
Zusammenfassung: | The New York Times has called Mary Oliver's poems "thoroughly convincing - as genuine, moving, and implausible as the first caressing breeze of spring." In this stunning collection of forty poems - nineteen previously unpublished - she writes of nature and love, of the way they transform over time. And the way they remain constant. And what did you think love would be like? A summer day? The brambles in their places, and the long stretches of mud? Flowers in every field, in every garden, with their soft beaks and their pastel shoulders? On one street after another, the litter ticks in the gutter. In one room after another, the lovers meet, quarrel, sicken, break apart, cry out. One or two leap from windows. Most simply lean, exhausted, their thin arms on the sill. They have done all they could. The golden eagle, that lives not far from here, has perhaps a thousand tiny feathers flowing from the back of its head, each one shaped like an infinitely small but perfect spear. |
Beschreibung: | x, 63 Seiten |
ISBN: | 0395850827 0395850851 |
Internformat
MARC
LEADER | 00000nam a2200000 c 4500 | ||
---|---|---|---|
001 | BV011572950 | ||
003 | DE-604 | ||
005 | 20221201 | ||
007 | t | ||
008 | 971010s1997 |||| 00||| eng d | ||
020 | |a 0395850827 |9 0-395-85082-7 | ||
020 | |a 0395850851 |c pbk. |9 0-395-85085-1 | ||
035 | |a (OCoLC)36446775 | ||
035 | |a (DE-599)BVBBV011572950 | ||
040 | |a DE-604 |b ger |e rda | ||
041 | 0 | |a eng | |
049 | |a DE-12 |a DE-188 | ||
050 | 0 | |a PS3565.L5 | |
082 | 0 | |a 811.54 |2 21 | |
100 | 1 | |a Oliver, Mary |d 1935-2019 |e Verfasser |0 (DE-588)106881442 |4 aut | |
245 | 1 | 0 | |a West wind |b poems and prose poems |c Mary Oliver |
264 | 1 | |a Boston |b Houghton Mifflin Company |c [1997] | |
300 | |a x, 63 Seiten | ||
336 | |b txt |2 rdacontent | ||
337 | |b n |2 rdamedia | ||
338 | |b nc |2 rdacarrier | ||
520 | 3 | |a The New York Times has called Mary Oliver's poems "thoroughly convincing - as genuine, moving, and implausible as the first caressing breeze of spring." In this stunning collection of forty poems - nineteen previously unpublished - she writes of nature and love, of the way they transform over time. And the way they remain constant. And what did you think love would be like? A summer day? The brambles in their places, and the long stretches of mud? Flowers in every field, in every garden, with their soft beaks and their pastel shoulders? On one street after another, the litter ticks in the gutter. In one room after another, the lovers meet, quarrel, sicken, break apart, cry out. One or two leap from windows. Most simply lean, exhausted, their thin arms on the sill. They have done all they could. The golden eagle, that lives not far from here, has perhaps a thousand tiny feathers flowing from the back of its head, each one shaped like an infinitely small but perfect spear. | |
650 | 4 | |a Poetry | |
999 | |a oai:aleph.bib-bvb.de:BVB01-007792538 |
Datensatz im Suchindex
_version_ | 1804126098463653888 |
---|---|
any_adam_object | |
author | Oliver, Mary 1935-2019 |
author_GND | (DE-588)106881442 |
author_facet | Oliver, Mary 1935-2019 |
author_role | aut |
author_sort | Oliver, Mary 1935-2019 |
author_variant | m o mo |
building | Verbundindex |
bvnumber | BV011572950 |
callnumber-first | P - Language and Literature |
callnumber-label | PS3565 |
callnumber-raw | PS3565.L5 |
callnumber-search | PS3565.L5 |
callnumber-sort | PS 43565 L5 |
callnumber-subject | PS - American Literature |
ctrlnum | (OCoLC)36446775 (DE-599)BVBBV011572950 |
dewey-full | 811.54 |
dewey-hundreds | 800 - Literature (Belles-lettres) and rhetoric |
dewey-ones | 811 - American poetry in English |
dewey-raw | 811.54 |
dewey-search | 811.54 |
dewey-sort | 3811.54 |
dewey-tens | 810 - American literature in English |
discipline | Anglistik / Amerikanistik |
format | Book |
fullrecord | <?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><collection xmlns="http://www.loc.gov/MARC21/slim"><record><leader>01854nam a2200313 c 4500</leader><controlfield tag="001">BV011572950</controlfield><controlfield tag="003">DE-604</controlfield><controlfield tag="005">20221201 </controlfield><controlfield tag="007">t</controlfield><controlfield tag="008">971010s1997 |||| 00||| eng d</controlfield><datafield tag="020" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="a">0395850827</subfield><subfield code="9">0-395-85082-7</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="020" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="a">0395850851</subfield><subfield code="c">pbk.</subfield><subfield code="9">0-395-85085-1</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="035" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="a">(OCoLC)36446775</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="035" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="a">(DE-599)BVBBV011572950</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="040" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="a">DE-604</subfield><subfield code="b">ger</subfield><subfield code="e">rda</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="041" ind1="0" ind2=" "><subfield code="a">eng</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="049" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="a">DE-12</subfield><subfield code="a">DE-188</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="050" ind1=" " ind2="0"><subfield code="a">PS3565.L5</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="082" ind1="0" ind2=" "><subfield code="a">811.54</subfield><subfield code="2">21</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="100" ind1="1" ind2=" "><subfield code="a">Oliver, Mary</subfield><subfield code="d">1935-2019</subfield><subfield code="e">Verfasser</subfield><subfield code="0">(DE-588)106881442</subfield><subfield code="4">aut</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="245" ind1="1" ind2="0"><subfield code="a">West wind</subfield><subfield code="b">poems and prose poems</subfield><subfield code="c">Mary Oliver</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="264" ind1=" " ind2="1"><subfield code="a">Boston</subfield><subfield code="b">Houghton Mifflin Company</subfield><subfield code="c">[1997]</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="300" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="a">x, 63 Seiten</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="336" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="b">txt</subfield><subfield code="2">rdacontent</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="337" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="b">n</subfield><subfield code="2">rdamedia</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="338" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="b">nc</subfield><subfield code="2">rdacarrier</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="520" ind1="3" ind2=" "><subfield code="a">The New York Times has called Mary Oliver's poems "thoroughly convincing - as genuine, moving, and implausible as the first caressing breeze of spring." In this stunning collection of forty poems - nineteen previously unpublished - she writes of nature and love, of the way they transform over time. And the way they remain constant. And what did you think love would be like? A summer day? The brambles in their places, and the long stretches of mud? Flowers in every field, in every garden, with their soft beaks and their pastel shoulders? On one street after another, the litter ticks in the gutter. In one room after another, the lovers meet, quarrel, sicken, break apart, cry out. One or two leap from windows. Most simply lean, exhausted, their thin arms on the sill. They have done all they could. The golden eagle, that lives not far from here, has perhaps a thousand tiny feathers flowing from the back of its head, each one shaped like an infinitely small but perfect spear.</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="650" ind1=" " ind2="4"><subfield code="a">Poetry</subfield></datafield><datafield tag="999" ind1=" " ind2=" "><subfield code="a">oai:aleph.bib-bvb.de:BVB01-007792538</subfield></datafield></record></collection> |
id | DE-604.BV011572950 |
illustrated | Not Illustrated |
indexdate | 2024-07-09T18:12:03Z |
institution | BVB |
isbn | 0395850827 0395850851 |
language | English |
oai_aleph_id | oai:aleph.bib-bvb.de:BVB01-007792538 |
oclc_num | 36446775 |
open_access_boolean | |
owner | DE-12 DE-188 |
owner_facet | DE-12 DE-188 |
physical | x, 63 Seiten |
publishDate | 1997 |
publishDateSearch | 1997 |
publishDateSort | 1997 |
publisher | Houghton Mifflin Company |
record_format | marc |
spelling | Oliver, Mary 1935-2019 Verfasser (DE-588)106881442 aut West wind poems and prose poems Mary Oliver Boston Houghton Mifflin Company [1997] x, 63 Seiten txt rdacontent n rdamedia nc rdacarrier The New York Times has called Mary Oliver's poems "thoroughly convincing - as genuine, moving, and implausible as the first caressing breeze of spring." In this stunning collection of forty poems - nineteen previously unpublished - she writes of nature and love, of the way they transform over time. And the way they remain constant. And what did you think love would be like? A summer day? The brambles in their places, and the long stretches of mud? Flowers in every field, in every garden, with their soft beaks and their pastel shoulders? On one street after another, the litter ticks in the gutter. In one room after another, the lovers meet, quarrel, sicken, break apart, cry out. One or two leap from windows. Most simply lean, exhausted, their thin arms on the sill. They have done all they could. The golden eagle, that lives not far from here, has perhaps a thousand tiny feathers flowing from the back of its head, each one shaped like an infinitely small but perfect spear. Poetry |
spellingShingle | Oliver, Mary 1935-2019 West wind poems and prose poems Poetry |
title | West wind poems and prose poems |
title_auth | West wind poems and prose poems |
title_exact_search | West wind poems and prose poems |
title_full | West wind poems and prose poems Mary Oliver |
title_fullStr | West wind poems and prose poems Mary Oliver |
title_full_unstemmed | West wind poems and prose poems Mary Oliver |
title_short | West wind |
title_sort | west wind poems and prose poems |
title_sub | poems and prose poems |
topic | Poetry |
topic_facet | Poetry |
work_keys_str_mv | AT olivermary westwindpoemsandprosepoems |