A purple-stemmed dandelion leaf lies on top of it, chanterelles and Hakurei turnips huddle at its side, a pool of jus gathers around it on a bone-white plate.
Amid the references and the self-consciously kooky stuff about talking to trees – "hey little leaf, lying on the ground" – she has a way with a straightforwardly striking line: "Lists of sins and solemn vows don't make you any friends"; "Anecdotes cannot say what time may do".
To some she's a twee singer in wafty Pre-Raphaelite garb with a nails-down-a-blackboard voice whose annoyingness is compounded by lyrical whimsy ("hey little leaf, lying on the ground", etc) and the fact that her principal instrument is a harp.
That night, as I was carrying the guest beddings up from the laundry, I noticed a large, strange brown leaf, lying on the floor next to my stove.
Between these bindings of cloth and calf, dust jackets and gold leaf lie the ideas, memories, fantasies and dreams that have occupied Bernstein since he was a child.
I thought it was a leaf lying among other dry, dead leaves in the crevice where the sidewalk met the glass walls of the sporting goods store.
The gift: I thought it was a leaf lying among other dry, dead leaves in the crevice where the sidewalk met the glass walls of the sporting goods store.
Hog Butcher for the World, he wrote, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat …. Between these bindings of cloth and calf, dust jackets and gold leaf lie the ideas, memories, fantasies and dreams that have occupied Bernstein since he was a child.
Place on a damp cloth and carefully lift the lettuce leaf and lay it on top of the rice paper.
