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Aural Memory

Aural Memory evangelic or poetic. You know simply a passion to preach. writes: tas and Staymans, and barn swallows are the stuff of Paint Lick Idyll, but don't proclaims, Harry Brown fulfills his duty to "articulate the truth about things, to delineate with love and in knotty detail Swallows": In "February Talks to Mules," Brown Yesterday the earth fooled me. The sun Had shone all that February morning expect a folksy dialogue; as the foreword the texture of rural life," and he does it Until by noon I thought the ground had thawed a bit. with skill, style, and a unique metric sense perhaps best illustrated in "Barn Their backs purple, wings edged brown Throats chestnut and bellies buff, Their tails forks, their wings scythes, Circling, swooping, darting right and left Making uneven, scalloped loops. I started Molly, our ancient Massey Ferguson the carry-all on the three-point hitch To carry two chain saws, a gallon of gas, And bar-and-chain oil down the hill to cut firewood. looking hill Brown made a discovery: But underneath this slash of rind the earth was frozen hard, so the side of the hill On the way down a steep, muddy- tering barn swallows, Harry Brown's insights into the knotty detail of rural life are real, skillfully presented, and excellent. Be it glaciers brushed with lard or flut- was like a little glacier brushed with lard. tobacco cutter, dandelions, bulls, Elber- Molly the Massey Ferguson, Amos the -Garry Barker Aural Memory The tart little apple Baby fist sized Dropped, hitting The tin outhouse roof With the sound of a With a softer thunk Sudden shotgun, Bouncing and hitting again Its sound growing Quicker and quicker Until it reached And then rolling, The unexpected edge. It only whispered When it fell Into the day old snow. -K. S. Hardy http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Aural Memory

Appalachian Review , Volume 18 (1) – Jan 8, 1990
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evangelic or poetic. You know simply a passion to preach. writes: tas and Staymans, and barn swallows are the stuff of Paint Lick Idyll, but don't proclaims, Harry Brown fulfills his duty to "articulate the truth about things, to delineate with love and in knotty detail Swallows": In "February Talks to Mules," Brown Yesterday the earth fooled me. The sun Had shone all that February morning expect a folksy dialogue; as the foreword the texture of rural life," and he does it Until by noon I thought the ground had thawed a bit. with skill, style, and a unique metric sense perhaps best illustrated in "Barn Their backs purple, wings edged brown Throats chestnut and bellies buff, Their tails forks, their wings scythes, Circling, swooping, darting right and left Making uneven, scalloped loops. I started Molly, our ancient Massey Ferguson the carry-all on the three-point hitch To carry two chain saws, a gallon of gas, And bar-and-chain oil down the hill to cut firewood. looking hill Brown made a discovery: But underneath this slash of rind the earth was frozen hard, so the side of the hill On the way down a steep, muddy- tering barn swallows, Harry Brown's insights into the knotty detail of rural life are real, skillfully presented, and excellent. Be it glaciers brushed with lard or flut- was like a little glacier brushed with lard. tobacco cutter, dandelions, bulls, Elber- Molly the Massey Ferguson, Amos the -Garry Barker Aural Memory The tart little apple Baby fist sized Dropped, hitting The tin outhouse roof With the sound of a With a softer thunk Sudden shotgun, Bouncing and hitting again Its sound growing Quicker and quicker Until it reached And then rolling, The unexpected edge. It only whispered When it fell Into the day old snow. -K. S. Hardy

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Published: Jan 8, 1990

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