Thank you for your hospitality of imagination, Mr. Kooser--and for the immediacy and human vulnerability your poetry brings to all earthly matter.
She had two huge gardens and some fruit trees. Return policy. Poetry does not usually attract me, but take a peek at the prose. Special rates apply for overseas and for over-sized books. I have read a couple of his poems, and they were OK, but not of the quality I would think worthy of what I believe a winning Pulitzer Prize should consist of. Published March 1st by Bison Books first published It is not nature alone, Kooser's beautiful book reminds us, but the play of the imagination on nature--the mind that can speculate on the connection between stars and moths--that produces glory and brings insight into life's inescapable truths.
I live with two good dogs in the Ozark Mtn. National Forest. I'm a teacher and a poet who has "lost [her] donkey.
By: Ted Kooser. Narrated by: Ted Kooser.
Length: 6 hrs and 20 mins. Publisher's Summary Ted Kooser describes with exquisite detail and humor the place he calls home in the rolling hills of southeastern Nebraska, an area known as the Bohemian Alps. Nothing is too big or too small for his attention, including memories of his grandmother's cooking. And Kooser reminds us that the closing of local schools, thoughtless county weed control, and irresponsible housing development destroy more than just the view. She made about ten of these, handsome, featherstitched along the patches but not quilted, tied instead, like comforters.
She made them from garage sale fabric scraps.
On swollen feet neatly tucked in businesslike shoes, with bad lungs wheezing her up and down care center steps, she shopped for her last best deal. Once she found the place she liked, she was happy there, in part because she had enough CD earnings to pay her rent without touching the capital.
That had been set aside for my sister and me and our sons. It was like her to die the day before the rent was due.
The tenants on the lower fl oor, where Mother lived, had the least expensive quarters and services. The second fl oor was for more attentive care, equivalent to that of a nursing home.
Local Wonders: Seasons in the Bohemian Alps (American Lives) [Ted Kooser] on ansedelo.tk *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Ted Kooser describes with. Editorial Reviews. From Booklist. Season by season, Kooser reflects upon life in, around, and beyond his home nestled in the rolling hills of eastern Nebraska.
Despite the fact that Mother was eighty-nine and unable to walk from her chair to the bathroom without sitting down to rest, she persuaded the management to admit her at the least expensive level. It was an example of her extraordinary bargaining skills that they bought into this when they knew from her papers that her heart was enlarged and failing, her lungs were down to 10 percent capacity, and she was tethered full time to an oxygen machine. At the minimum level of care, renters were encouraged to get engaged in social activities--card games, crafts, and group entertainments--but Mother let them know she had no interest in that.
Without ever raising her voice, she talked the dealer into selling her a new Ford for about three-fourths of the sticker price. And she paid for it out of her purse. A shirt she made has lasted forty-fi ve years.
On hot June days like this, in the days before air conditioning, it must have felt good to sit in a cellar. A while back, I was down in one on an abandoned farm near here and found the parts of a kitchen chair that over the years had come unglued and fallen apart. In the half-light it looked like a pile of animal bones.
Somebody had taken it down there to sit on maybe fi fty years ago. I was down in my own cellar just now and noticed our stack of cookie tins is getting rusty.
They circulated in our family for years but are temporarily at rest. You can see your face in the bottom, and there may be a few tiny candy balls and old crumbs you can pick up with the tip of your fi nger. You fi nd them on a shelf under the basement stairs, or up in a kitchen cupboard, or stuffed in under the sink. They spend their entire careers moving from house to house, from town to town. Yours may be ten years old, or twenty, or even thirty.