Kay Ryan was born in California in 1945 and grew up in the small towns of the San Joaquin Valley and the Mojave Desert. She received both a Biografia completă →
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Green hills
Their green flanks and swells are not flesh in any sense matching ours, we tell ourselves. Nor their green breast nor their green shoulder
Blandeur
If it please God, let less happen. Even out Earth\'s rondure, flatten Eiger, blanden the Grand Canyon. Make valleys slightly higher, widen
Patience
Patience is wider than one once envisioned, with ribbons of rivers and distant ranges and tasks undertaken and finished with modest
Sharks\' Teeth
Everything contains some silence. Noise gets its zest from the small shark\'s-tooth- shaped fragments of rest angled in it. An hour of
The Niagara river
As though the river were a floor, we position our table and chairs upon it, eat, and have conversation. As it moves along, we
Things shouldn\'t be so hard
THINGS SHOULDN\'T BE SO HARD A life should leave deep tracks: ruts where she went out and back to get the mail or move the hose around the