The Seasons by Bruce MeyerThe Seasons by Bruce Meyer

The Seasons

byBruce Meyer

Paperback | May 1, 2014

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A collection of tender love poems, The Seasons offers readers a glimpse into the many moments of beauty and promise between a lover and his beloved.

Bruce Meyer is author of numerous books of poetry, short fiction, non-fiction, pedagogy, and literary journalism. His broadcasts on The Great Books became the CBC's bestselling spoken-word audio series, and evolved into the national bestseller, The Golden Thread: A Reader's Journey Through the Great Books. He is professor of English at...
Title:The SeasonsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:128 pages, 8.78 × 5.6 × 0.48 inPublished:May 1, 2014Publisher:Porcupine's QuillLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0889843724

ISBN - 13:9780889843721

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Read from the Book

The ChangeTourists come from all over the worldto celebrate the vibrant death of nature.They point their cameras as if to write haikuand attempt to make beauty a souvenir.But the colour always dies in its own brilliance.It is never as real as when it is real, neveras beautiful as when I see you emergingfrom a gathering of bright golden bircheswith one last flower in your hand that frostoverlooked as it flowed through our sleep.The cold rock I rest against is foreboding.It knows its cooled igneous will triumph.In the meantime, purple aster clings to you,draws life from you the way a bee drinks nectar.WordsLeaves that crunch beneath our footstepsare words that have fallen in the silencesbetween us. They are brightly coloured,yellow, red, soft gold, and sunset orange.They are words that form clever disguises,covering the place where even shadows fade.They keep their secrets. They mask our trails.Listen. The wind is moving through thin armsthat rise and try to touch the sky with need.They are hands that long for other hands,fingers curling around the dwindling light.So many words seem to have died in silence.So many brightly coloured hopes lie scattered.Watch where you walk. There is life in them still.

Editorial Reviews

'I loved this book because it reminded me how powerful love is, how precious. Meyer's gentle voice hits exactly the right note, again and again. Honest and clear.... It took me a while to read The Seasons because every time I teared up my glasses steamed.'

- Michael Dennis