Description

This 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 Author

Paul 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 Extract

There 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

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