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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Peter Weltner’s ‘An Old Man Sails a Paper Boat, a Chapbook, ’ is a collection of twenty-four poems, is an evocation of age, of memories…. There’s a streak of stubbornness in the old. Such cold is what his poetry celebrates now he’s out of time and maybe luck, the strange chill of age he’s known from the long ago day he was born, the nip of fall in all he has ever loved and lost, the poems he’s chiseled as if from ice, the wintry world he understands best, that crystalline, that light to his touch, like a late night frost or morning sleet that to a small boy’s delight melts to nothing in his hands.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Peter Weltner’s ‘An Old Man Sails a Paper Boat, a Chapbook, ’ is a collection of twenty-four poems, is an evocation of age, of memories…. There’s a streak of stubbornness in the old. Such cold is what his poetry celebrates now he’s out of time and maybe luck, the strange chill of age he’s known from the long ago day he was born, the nip of fall in all he has ever loved and lost, the poems he’s chiseled as if from ice, the wintry world he understands best, that crystalline, that light to his touch, like a late night frost or morning sleet that to a small boy’s delight melts to nothing in his hands.