16,99 €
inkl. MwSt.

Versandfertig in 1-2 Wochen
  • Broschiertes Buch

Perchance to dream I dream alone, For who would share my dream? My spirit calls to a kindred spirit, But who will answer? I walk wistfully through life Wondering if I shall ever meet The voice I hear in my heart. Is it an illusion? Did I dream it into existence? It follows me hauntingly awake and asleep Accompanied always by a fatalistic sense of the unattainable. I dream alone. Is it not better thus Than never to dream at all? Joy Doolan's style is hers alone, and the feel of her poetry captures the ebbs and flows of life. The poetry of Joy Doolan offers a candid and insightful look into the…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
Perchance to dream I dream alone, For who would share my dream? My spirit calls to a kindred spirit, But who will answer? I walk wistfully through life Wondering if I shall ever meet The voice I hear in my heart. Is it an illusion? Did I dream it into existence? It follows me hauntingly awake and asleep Accompanied always by a fatalistic sense of the unattainable. I dream alone. Is it not better thus Than never to dream at all? Joy Doolan's style is hers alone, and the feel of her poetry captures the ebbs and flows of life. The poetry of Joy Doolan offers a candid and insightful look into the pains and joys of Australian life. From haunting reflections on the loss of those dearest to us, to a childhood so different than "the now", to political commentary on war and poverty, Joy has the sensitivity to capture moments everyone can relate to. This collection is a display of how the whispers from deep within are heard and transformed into words and poetry.
Hinweis: Dieser Artikel kann nur an eine deutsche Lieferadresse ausgeliefert werden.
Autorenporträt
Joy was born in Ipswich, Queensland in 1930 to a working class family. Growing up through the Second World War, Joy would eventually meet her lifelong partner Ray, marring him and moving to Melbourne where she worked as a clerk for the state bank. Unfortunately Ray suffered from regular illness and died of cancer at the age of 43. Ray and Joy never had any children and Joy remained loyal to him until her death in 2007.Many who knew Joy would have believed her greatest passion was for cats, given the number of cats she kept. However her true love was for birds, and she worked tirelessly in her garden to create a place for them to come. Joy always had a passion for English literature, particularly Australian turn of the century poetry. Her favourite poet and greatest inspiration was Australian poet, C.J. Dennis.