A sampling of the most poetic passages in children's literature:
Little Willow: Now it was only noise and girl and wiry woman. (The Book Thief)
Featherbee: Below the boughs the air was full of a purple twilight and far ahead a glimpse of painted sunset sky shone like a great rose window at the end of a cathedral aisle. (Anne of Green Gables)
Elaine Magliaro: The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone.... (Tuck Everlasting)
Sunday, October 29, 2006
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