Sonnets from the New World - George, David

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Résumé :
BEAUTY Sometimes unexpectedly, unbidden, Beauty comes. Not a downpouring of doves, Not a Venus, sheathed in an ivory shell, Not even the lenses of Stonehenge in its season- Stones aligned to catch the sun as it moves Mystically, majestically, through holes And crevices. Not even these spectaculars- The light against the dark, the white ecstatic, Stars falling and setting the sky on fire- Take possession, or let the moment take The horse high over the hedge with an unseen rider. It comes when least expected, when the dark Opens a crack to let light filter in- A word, a look, a sudden realization. - David George Step into the timeless world of the poetry of ideas and humanity, art and nature, history and beauty.

Biographie:
In my younger days I worked as a farm laborer, house painter, janitor, and carpenter's helper. I fell in love with theater and worked for many years as an actor and director. That love competed with another: foreign languages and international travel. With many stops and starts I eventually completed my Ph.D. and became a college professor. Though teaching was my true calling, I also published scholarly books and essays, as well as literary translations. In my spare time I wrote short stories, some of which appear in Stories by Three Brothers. Now retired, I'm working on my first novel. I've been married for 30+ years and that union produced my pride and joy, a son, whose brilliance keeps the darkness at bay.