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30 дни за връщане на стоката
"I was raised like an asp-entwined fountain
spilling water, cobalt, luxurious
palace of one hundred impervious
rooms . . ."
Winter's latest collection pours a cup of hot Storm Watcher tea on a windy day with 85 new poems. A classical poet, her books are the essentials of an old library. She returns us to the delights of yesteryear: sonnet sequences in Petrarchan rhyme schemes. We observe her stylistic attack on the keyboard of the written word: her voice is as memorable as it is sweet, with a slight touch to the rhyming poem. Winter proves again she is the painter of scenes, from humble to ostentatious. She starts us afresh in our artistic interest in her varied muses, Pre-Raphaelite painter J.W. Waterhouse's subjects, and lush landscapes. From her sickbed, she is the astute observer of all romantic and prophetic goings on, from Cleopatra, to Shakespeare, to modern day Catholicism.