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DescriptionThis book represents a long poem much in the vein of Byron, Milton and Homer. There is no narrative per say, but a free association of images that seek to evoke an impression of beauty in the reader. The title seeks to start with an immediate recognition of beauty. A person who has seen that effect in nature will agree to its power as an object of beauty. There can be no finer experience in nature Fearne believes that this one, and it is hoped, that the poem reaches into the sublime, and comes out ready to impress with its aesthetic sensibilities entirely expressed. About the AuthorPaul Fearne holds a PhD from LaTrobe University, and a Masters degree from the University of Melbourne, which was on beauty. Fearne has been re-diagnosed as having schizo-affective disorder. His poetry has been widely published, including in Westerly, Mascara Literary Review, Unusual Work and Page Seventeen. Poetry is perhaps his first love, although he has wrote in many genres, including philosophical works, autobiography and essay. Book ExtractThere are times In amongst the debris That glean hope And in these times We are thankful But what is there left Of the tenderness of an autumnal day? It is here Where we shed our only desire I have come for you Oh hope And there Where we long to be I have gathered a new beginning That is more than we Indeed Had hoped Be true, and then some And the tide will swim in your favour I am the thing that simply is And here Where we need a traveling mind There will be recompense And all that is left to give The stark insistence of the way Has born a mighty fruit And when we are kind It comes in sleep We dream of it And have our chance at interpretation I feel the levity of all situations That are my guides That have wishing to be true .
