Showing posts with label pocket poets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pocket poets. Show all posts

Thursday, February 15, 2007

glitter, moment, Everyman

Shiny, evergreen cherry laurel leaves in the middle distance behind the tulip tree sway and glitter in the morning sun helped by a light breeze.

A moment captured, just below the Grove. A magpie clucks noisily in a holly tree. A black cat sits on the fence beneath the tree. It is curious about the bird. Probably the bird is alarmed by the cat. The cat's green eyes catch the sun.

Everyman Books, since their new design came out about 20 years ago, are the most comfortable way to read classic authors I can think of. Today, I spot a series called Everyman Pocket Poets. They are delight to handle and to read, and they do fit comfortably into the pocket. On an impulse I buy an anthology of Indian Love Poems and another anthology called The Dance