{"product_id":"9781944682491","title":"Lovers: A Homily","description":"A Gift of December\u003cp\u003eLeaves turned russet and yellow lakeside, \u003cbr\u003ethe hills prove late blooming a possibility, \u003cbr\u003erescinding for a while the promise of songs about the austere stages of romance, and worse,\u003cbr\u003eblack sticks and branches overhanging this my own world. I know whose woods these are. And I have only today to get something right, which means finding me in this momentariness. So what's new in that?\u003cbr\u003eForgive the old fashioned verse and the Frost plug. (He's hard to get around.) Who knows but that tomorrow crucial witnessing is withdrawn and the heart of the mind of the soul with it.\u003cbr\u003eHow to live wholly for a while is what one gets.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHappily a poem once begun writes itself, \u003cbr\u003eas if there were such things as the laws of songs. Well there are. (Blame Bach.) \u003cbr\u003eThey're there but you don't know till after the first line. And the last furnishes closure, \u003cbr\u003eas in fiction. (Those in this trade know what \u003cbr\u003eI mean.) Now, what about today, this hour, \u003cbr\u003ethis morning that has night for accompaniment.\u003cbr\u003eI watch all morning the leaves furnishing my day's yellow light and it narrows,\u003cbr\u003einvents the eye, the same eye that survives the dark and the ruins that must soon become the hills. My only hope is my selves endure in what I am unable to complete.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Spuyten Duyvil Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47039960809712,"sku":"9781944682491","price":10.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781944682491_p0.jpg?v=1763791109","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781944682491","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}