Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described...
Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale
4 comments:
Beautiful.
It's supposed to snow here, today. But so far there is only ice in the gutters, clear and cold.
Fingers crossed :)
Yes, beautiful!
Hi Cate
Nice post, that was a wonderful book.
Guy
The writing in Helprin's book was (and is) a marvel. It sings - every single word sings...
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