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    In the City of Art
    In the City of Art
    In the City of Art
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    In the City of Art

    By J. Brerchman Bernard Stewart

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    Herein are selected poems by J. Berchman Bernard Stewart. These poems were created over ten years in relative isolation; hence, this is the first public exhibition of Mr. Stewart's poetry.

    Most of the works took 1,000-6,000 hours, yet a few fell like ink drops from the pen and appear here almost unaltered from their original drafts.

    They range from "closed form", metered, to looser internal rhyme. They are in all styles, from imagist to jazz. Some are romantic, some solemn, some a bit silly, and one a touch scary.

    These works are concise and speak clearly.

    Above all else, the goal of this poet is to move the reader with "a thing of beauty," which "is joy forever."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJ. Brerchman Bernard Stewart
    Release dateFeb 26, 2013
    ISBN9781301315253
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