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Unique selections of books from our book buyer Paul Ingram. He compiles great lists of books on varying topics.

If you have any requests for recommendations, send Paul an email at paul@prairielights.com

  • Paul's Corner: Naomi Shihab Nye

    A Maze Me: Poems for Girls Naomi Shihab Nye

    I Want to Meet the Girl

    I want to meet the girl
    who does not run her country
    the way I do not run my country
    I want to meet the girl
    who hides in the crowd,
    who laughs into her hand,
    who was not in the picture.
    The girl who stands back
    after being introduced
    by her parents
    in a way she would not choose.

    Who turns her head to the side
    so she doesn’t miss seeing what’s there.
    Where is she?

    -- Naomi Shihab Nye

  • Paul's Corner: Holy the Firm by Annie Dillard

    Holy the Firm Annie Dillard

    The higher Christian churches--where, if anywhere, I belong--come at God with an unwarranted air of professionalism, with authority and pomp, as they knew what they were doing, as though people in themselves were an appropriate set of creatures to have dealings with God.  I often think of the set pieces of liturgy as certain words which people have addressed to God without their getting killed.  In the high churches they saunter through the liturgy like Mohawks along a strand of scaffolding who have long since forgotten their danger.  If God were to blast such a service to bits, the congregation would be, I believe, genuinely shocked.  But in the low churches you expect it any minute.  This is the beginning of wisdom.

    -- from Holy the Firm by Annie Dillard

     

  • Paul's Corner: Wallace Stevens

    The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens Wallace Stevens

    THE OLD LUTHERAN BELLS AT HOME

    Theses are the voices of the pastors calling
    In the names of St. Paul and of the halo-John
    And of other holy and learned men, among them

    Great choristers, propounders of hymns, trumpeters,
    Jerome and the scrupulous Francis and Sunday women,
    The nurses of the spirits innocence. 

    These are the voices of the pastors calling
    Much rough-end being to smooth Paradise,
    Spreading out fortress walls like fortress wings.

    Deep in their sound the stentor, Martin sings.
    Dark Juan looks outward through the mystic brow . . .
    Each Sexton has its sect.  The bells have none.

    These are the voices of the pastors calling
    And calling like the long echoes in long sleep,
    Generations of shepherds to generations of sheep.

    Each truth is a sect though no bells ring for it.
    And the bells belong to the sextons, after all,
    As they jangle and dangle and kick their feet.

    Wallace Stevens