A young blind girl in a New England village, beloved because of her singing and her cheerful disposition, is kidnapped. Well, there!” said Miss Vesta. “The child has a wonderful gift,... More > that is certain. Just listen to her, Rejoice! You never heard our canary sing like that!”
Miss Vesta put back the shutters as she spoke, and let a flood of light into the room where Miss Rejoice lay. The window was open, and Melody’s voice came in like a wave of sound, filling the room with sweetness and life and joy.
Miss Rejoice could see part of the yard from her bed. She could see the white lilac-bush, now a mass of snowy plumes, waving in the June breeze; she could see the road, and knew when any of the neighbors went to town or to meeting; but the corner from which the wonderful voice came thrilling and soaring was hidden from her.< Less
Many of the poems were written for close family members or friends. Some have yet to be assigned to a specific person. When I write poetry, I do so, so that I can organize my thoughts. They are... More > heartfelt, confusing, and quite often, just plain odd.< Less
Este libro es la combinación de dos libros anteriores ambos dedicados a mi nieta Lyla, quien aquí simboliza la pureza y la inocencia y a su vez, el potencial de realización y... More > crecimiento, del que todos fuimos o aún somos portadores.
Melody es también una carta abierta y una invitación, para todos aquellos que al igual que yo, buscan el contenido y significado de la propia existencia.< Less