Bare Branches, and: Ah, and: the piano spilled waltzes

an undated reprint of a 1940 release. 245 pages. Trade paperback. $10.00. The University Press of Kentucky has a policy of not denoting reprinting information for the books they print, but the price is different now, even if all else is the same. This book is usually considered to be one of the ten most important works of fiction dealing with the Southern Appalachian region. It is a universal story of the struggle between the life-style of a subsistence farm and that of an industrial economy. It is told, vibrantly, in the idiom of the Eastern Kentucky Mountains and stands virtually unrivaled in its ability to capture the poetry of native speech. This is not the dialect of the apostrophe. It is a rendering of beautiful metaphors and similes and picturesque figures of speech that flow as gently as a mountain stream. Poems by Jeff Weddle Bare Branches Dissolve me into these hillsIt is night and the black lace glows. Ah The sun playing tag with the grass to birdsong accompaniment. I will lay me down. the piano spilled waltzes yes, dancing like magpies under stars orion's belt dangling, you let down your hair my hands sought silken fire beyond auburn singing life gone madcap, forever and forever we twinkled liquid into black and white. ? L \ \ I ^ *>* ë ^ / \ / ^ \ / / S /J y %. / VX ? \ \ \ / / s 79 ...