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Nancy Simpson's LIVING ABOVE THE FROST LINE, New and Selected Poems was published by Carolina Wren Press (N.C. Laureate Series, 2010.) She is the author of ACROSS WATER and NIGHT STUDENT, State Street Press, still available on WWW at Alibris and Books Again. Her poems have been published in Southern Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, The Georgia Review and other literary magazines. "Carolina Bluebirds" was published in THE POETS GUIDE TO THE BIRDS, Anhinga Press). "Grass" was reprinted in the 50th Anniversary Issue of Southern Poetry Review: DON'T LEAVE HUNGRY ( U.of Arkansas Press.) Seven poems were reprinted in the textbook, SOUTHERN APPALACHIAN POETRY,(McFarland.) Two poems were published in SOLO CAFE, Two more poems were published in SOLO NOVO."In the Nantahala Gorge" was published in Pisgah Review. "Studying Winter" was reprinted in Pirene's Fountain Anthology and "The Collection" in Collecting Life Anthology. Most recently, Southern Poetry Review Edited by James Smith, published "Our Great Depression," and The Southern Poetry Anthology Vol. VII: NORTH CAROLINA,Edited by William Wright, reprinted "Leaving in the Dead of Winter."

Sunday, October 23, 2016

THE BEST OF SEPTEMBER- OCTOBER ABOVE THE FROST LINE

When one lives on a mountain as I do, Autumn and the season of the changing of the leaves is a long, drawn-out event beginning the first week in September and lasting through the first week in November or later. The joy is seeing each leaf change, one leaf at a time. And all the while, because we are situated "above the frost line" we have flowers blooming in our full sun perennial garden.















The Atlanta newspapers usually announce Peak as occurring around the middle of October but for me, it seldom ever occurs here before the weekend after the 15th of October. Living near the North Carolina-Georgia state lines, I get even an extended season, for when all the leaves are going fast  on the NC mountains, I can drive over to Hiawassee, Blairsville or Blue Ridge Georgia in November and see PEAK  all over again.

PHOTOS BELOW TAKEN OCTOBER 22, 2016 at Winding Stair Gap.( Highway 64 between Hayesville and Franklin, NC. and in our full sun perennial garden.










MY GARDEN ON OCTOBER 22, 2016

Thursday, October 13, 2016

BOB DYLAN WON THE 2016 NOBEL AWARD FOR LITERATURE



Bob Dylan has won the Nobel Prize in literature, organizers of the award said Thursday.
They lauded the 75-year-old music star "for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition." With songs like "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are A-Changin'," Dylan created anthems for the anti-war and civil rights movements.

The literature honor is one of the five Nobel Prizes established by the will of Alfred Nobel in 1895, the others being prizes in chemistry, physics, medicine and the Nobel Peace Prize.

Since 1901, the prize has been awarded annually to an author from any country who has, according to Nobel's will, written "the most outstanding work in an ideal direction." It is presented by the Swedish Academy.



Past laureates include U.S. writers Toni Morrison and Saul Bellow, Britain's Harold Pinter and William Golding, Ireland's Samuel Beckett, Canada's Alice Munro, South Africa's Nadine Gordimer and J.M. Coetzee, Colombia's Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Chile's Pablo Neruda, France's Jean-Paul Sartre, Germany's Gunter Grass, Turkey's Orhan Pamuk and China's Mo Yan. Last year, Svetlana Alexievich of Belarus won the award.


Commet: Bob Dylan's song that rises at the top as "poetry" therefore "literature" for me is "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN MY BLUE EYED SON" Also known as" A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL." 


Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
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BOB DYLAN
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