SINOPSIS DEL LIBRO

Soon above him streaked the leafless boughs upon the grey sky The sharp air the odor of the oaks the icicles and beads on the tips of branches all appealed to the poetry in the wanderer Through the clumps he looked for the village spire and the blue smoke of the chimneys filtering from the cottages through the natural trellis of the limbs It was dawn when he crossed a brook bordered with yellow cress and frozen vines and at the first hovel aske...Seguir leyendo