Moth at the Window

Name: Moth at the Window
Price: $47.95 NZD
Author: Mary F. Lachman
ISBN: 9781499022513

Poetry of Grover W. Clayton and Recollections of Indiana

by Mary F. Lachman

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$47.95

Softcover

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Book Details

Language : English

Publication Date : 28/05/2014

Format : Hardcover

Dimensions : 6x9

Page Count : 166

ISBN : 9781499022513

Format : Softcover

Dimensions : 6x9

Page Count : 166

ISBN : 9781499022520

Format : E-Book

Dimensions : N/A

Page Count : 166

ISBN : 9781499022490

About the Book

For more than sixty years a handwritten poetry journal languished in an attic. Rescued before the estate sale by a granddaughter, Mary Lachman, who opened the text and journeyed into an enthralling past. The poems painted a breathtaking portrait of the American heartland---the wonder of nature and saga of human relationships in the 1920s to 1940s, as well as musings on God and heaven. Intrigued, Lachman combined the collection of poems with her own recollections of Indiana. Joining intimate stories with original poems, The Moth at the Window re-creates the charm and simplicity of an amazing era, and brings to life the story of a small town dentist and his family.

About the Author

Mary Lachman is an M.D. pathologist. In her off-hours she enjoys writing, playing the violin, and creating contemporary textile art. Please visit http://www.mothatthewindow.com

Customer Reviews

"A country dentist, a poet, and a man of great spiritual depth living in rural Indiana . A trunk full of his poetry unearthed by a granddaughter who never met him. These ingredients gave rise of Moth at the Window, a collection of the poetry of Grover W. Clayton, who accepted live chickens and vegetables in exchange for his dental services and poured compassion and wonder into poetry that he wrote and saved. Though the meter and rhyme may seem quaint in this era of free verse and blank verse, the intensity of his insights rises strong and fresh from his words.
In ecstasy akin to prayer I gaze
Upon the distant woodlands all ablaze.
Who could not see that wooded hillside and feel the same awe at the splendor of autumn foliage?
Or this description of a river at dusk, describing a sky that
...[T]ints the river's glassy sheen
With roseate hue and silvered green.
These words take the reader is to that placid riverside, feeling a moment of bliss while watching the reflection of the sky in the water.
The granddaughter who discovered Clayton's poetry in an attic trunk, Mary Lachman, never knew the man who expressed these feelings--he was long dead at the time of her birth. Lachman brought out this collection of his poetry and, perhaps as a means of bringing herself closer to Clayton's Indiana milieu, interspersed it with her own childhood recollections of the Hoosier State, where she and her siblings visited their cousins annually in the hottest days of its cornfield summers.
Lachman's own lack of personal knowledge of Clayton himself brings poignancy to this collection. The strength of Clayton's intuitions and perceptions comes across as if the man himself had not passed on. This collection gives reality to the aphorism ""ars longa, vita brevis."" (Life is short but art is long)."

Diane Cadrain
"A country dentist, a poet, and a man of great spiritual depth living in rural Indiana . A trunk full of his poetry unearthed by a granddaughter who never met him. These ingredients gave rise of Moth at the Window, a collection of the poetry of Grover W. Clayton, who accepted live chickens and vegetables in exchange for his dental services and poured compassion and wonder into poetry that he wrote and saved. Though the meter and rhyme may seem quaint in this era of free verse and blank verse, the intensity of his insights rises strong and fresh from his words.
In ecstasy akin to prayer I gaze
Upon the distant woodlands all ablaze.
Who could not see that wooded hillside and feel the same awe at the splendor of autumn foliage?
Or this description of a river at dusk, describing a sky that
...[T]ints the river's glassy sheen
With roseate hue and silvered green.
These words take the reader is to that placid riverside, feeling a moment of bliss while watching the reflection of the sky in the water.
The granddaughter who discovered Clayton's poetry in an attic trunk, Mary Lachman, never knew the man who expressed these feelings--he was long dead at the time of her birth. Lachman brought out this collection of his poetry and, perhaps as a means of bringing herself closer to Clayton's Indiana milieu, interspersed it with her own childhood recollections of the Hoosier State, where she and her siblings visited their cousins annually in the hottest days of its cornfield summers.
Lachman's own lack of personal knowledge of Clayton himself brings poignancy to this collection. The strength of Clayton's intuitions and perceptions comes across as if the man himself had not passed on. This collection gives reality to the aphorism ""ars longa, vita brevis."" (Life is short but art is long)."

Diane Cadrain
"A country dentist, a poet, and a man of great spiritual depth living in rural Indiana . A trunk full of his poetry unearthed by a granddaughter who never met him. These ingredients gave rise of Moth at the Window, a collection of the poetry of Grover W. Clayton, who accepted live chickens and vegetables in exchange for his dental services and poured compassion and wonder into poetry that he wrote and saved. Though the meter and rhyme may seem quaint in this era of free verse and blank verse, the intensity of his insights rises strong and fresh from his words.
In ecstasy akin to prayer I gaze
Upon the distant woodlands all ablaze.
Who could not see that wooded hillside and feel the same awe at the splendor of autumn foliage?
Or this description of a river at dusk, describing a sky that
...[T]ints the river's glassy sheen
With roseate hue and silvered green.
These words take the reader is to that placid riverside, feeling a moment of bliss while watching the reflection of the sky in the water.
The granddaughter who discovered Clayton's poetry in an attic trunk, Mary Lachman, never knew the man who expressed these feelings--he was long dead at the time of her birth. Lachman brought out this collection of his poetry and, perhaps as a means of bringing herself closer to Clayton's Indiana milieu, interspersed it with her own childhood recollections of the Hoosier State, where she and her siblings visited their cousins annually in the hottest days of its cornfield summers.
Lachman's own lack of personal knowledge of Clayton himself brings poignancy to this collection. The strength of Clayton's intuitions and perceptions comes across as if the man himself had not passed on. This collection gives reality to the aphorism ""ars longa, vita brevis."" (Life is short but art is long)."

Diane Cadrain

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