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Old Greenwich Odes: Collected Verse

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    David B. Lentz(Author)

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Simple, elegant, original poetry about life in a gloriously beautiful, New England town on the coast of Long Island Sound with color photos. The poetry portrays everyday life in Old Greenwich in seeking sea glass, Back Country stone walls, equestrian pursuits, village life, views from walking the shores of the Sound and true love. The full-color photography is tender, evocative and adds depth to the lyrical voice of the poetry.

"His pixilism is a sort of 21st century, digital metaphor that has similarities to French Impressionist paintings. Each sentence represents an idea, image or treatment of the big picture."--Redding Pilot, May 2010"Lentz has a talent for...vivid imagery. The result is the literary equivalent of high definition -- the reader is bombarded with rich text that infuses the senses." --Greenwich Post"Lentz's approach to writing is soul driven."--The Weston Forum, May 2010"I fell for you with 'The Sea Glass.' I sleep under the trees hopelessly in the sunshine of 'Old Greenwich Odes.'" -- ***** Caroline Gerardo, Goodreads   Splitting Hardwood  October 9, 2003  Late September seems the perfect timefor a woodsman to take to the woodpile,when summer's last hot breath has expired, and the cool dry air of autumn portendsa taste of the memory of last winter, bitterand frigid with dunes of wind-blown drifts. There's work to be done before the cold returns,as in splitting wood a man may be twice warmed,once when he wishes it not and, again, when he does,the best time for splitting wood in New Englandis after the woodpile has a chance to season and dry,after too few days of autumn's penurious sun. The first job is to sharpen the old iron maul,honing the blade, gently pressing metal against metal,with a file that will soon bring silver edges to skis,as skiers and woodsmen live and die by their edges,whether carving turns through ice on packed-powder slopesor splitting a few cords of dry hardwood for the winter. Then one must cull out the chopping block from the pile,choosing that broad, stubborn and rugged stump,which is bound to serve best as a sturdy crucible,a tad too knotty and more stout than its companions,but as flat as a table, both top and bottom, and stable:often the log the cutter is least keen to split. Next, steady the first log, modest in girth, on the block,and hope to regain the sharp eye from last year's work,but before gripping the maul's firm, milled shaft,pause to study the rings of the topside, lookingfor the wood to disclose where to place the blade,in the subtle fissures and cracks through the core. There's an art to reading each log beforehandand then to setting her straight on the block,so the blade can penetrate the reluctant wood,betrayed like the reticent whisper of a shy mistress,and yield to the woodsman's blade like her loverwith an ecstasy, as they join in sweet apocalypse. Few are the logs that cleanly cleave in onlya single furious blow of the bitter maul,but hardwoods burn longer and hotter and purer,less likely to ignite a chimney fire after a long winter,between the splitting and the burning lies an eternityfor woodsmen indifferent to the grace of their art.Stacking the cords from pieces strewn on the groundis backbreaking work, full of lifting and lugging,but every shred of wood has its own tale of the bladehitting right or missing the fault lines altogether,to circumvent the stubborn knots of the trunk,and cleaving its quixotic, malleable grain. At the end of the day as the golden sunlight fadescatching the amber rough-hewn secrets at its core,bark scraps and wood chips lie scattered round the block,odd seeds in a fall planting that await the distant spring,as in every cord a vision drifts from a woodcutter's fantasy:somehow, this hardwood will keep the wild winter at bay.                                  +            +           +

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  • PDF | 132 pages
  • David B. Lentz(Author)
  • CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; 1st edition (May 14, 2010)
  • English
  • 6
  • Literature & Fiction

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  • By cp on November 24, 2011

    This collection of poems truly reflects greenwich and old greenwich. the words remind you of the places you have seen and the people that surround you in this special town. it is a great way for those of us who have moved away to relive what the town has to offer

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