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    Postcards from the Interior
    Postcards from the Interior
    Postcards from the Interior
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    Postcards from the Interior

    By Wyn Cooper

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    Postcards from the Interior is a collection of postcard poems written from different geographical locations and varied states of heart and mind. The first section, “Postcards from Vermont,” is composed of poems about Vermont towns and historical landmarks. The second section, “Postcards from the Interior,” stretches to include poems from far-flung places, real and imagined. Adroit at juxtaposing the exterior weather of landscapes and the interior weather of the human condition, Cooper writes poetry with the heft of a Romantic meditation and the breezy ease of contemporary song lyrics.

    Wyn Cooper has published three previous poetry collections. A poem from his first book was turned into lyrics for Sheryl Crow’s Grammy-winning song “All I Wanna Do.” He lives in Battleboro, Vermont.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBOA Editions Ltd.
    Release dateJun 1, 2005
    ISBN9781938160011
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