“ Is too beautiful to be borne. Were it not for the ebony of the branches, And the dark arm of a church spire And your black hair like a dark bird flying!HandsHands have a way Of betraying things. I found this out In a small, strange way; You touched my face The other day!Rain ... In the CityRain... Even in the city It has the smell of the country. Wet grasses ... thorny hedges, And chestnuts shaking down their polished brownness. ”
Mona Gould
Summary
“Tasting the Earth”, is a work by Mona Gould. It explores elements such as funnies, grownup and NostAglia.
Quotes from Tasting the Earth (Mona Gould)
“ And even Death must have been a little shamed At his eagerness!"NostAglia"What's "nostAglia", Mums? "NostAglia ... ?" Oh, you mean "Nostalgia", Son, let me see ... How can I explain it to you, this "nostAglia", (As good a word for it as any!) Well ... Darling ... "NostAglia", is that funny pit-of-the-tummy feeling You get Going down in elevators Only you're not in an elevator - It just comes. Everything sort of goes away from you, And you feel a little scared And a lot lonely ... ”
“ The artist enables us to see this ordinary man and woman in the moments when they are not ordinary, without any of this sense of intrusion. I think Mona Gould, in most of the verses in this volume, has been exceptionally successful in this kind of revelation, and I think Canada needs it. A number of these verses have been published in "Saturday Night" during the term of my editorship, and I am very glad that they are now to have a more permanent resting place. ”
