"He poured himself a brandy and lit a cigar, and tried to concentrate on other things--his many victories, the bravery of his men--but his thoughts swirled in tiny eddies, settling first here, then there, moving as the wind does from empty town to empty town."
— Strand, Mark (b. 1934)
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Date
March/April 2011
Metaphor
"He poured himself a brandy and lit a cigar, and tried to concentrate on other things--his many victories, the bravery of his men--but his thoughts swirled in tiny eddies, settling first here, then there, moving as the wind does from empty town to empty town."
Metaphor in Context
[...] But he liked the way this one looked--its stone turrets rising into the winter air, its main gate, even its frozen moat, on which he thought someday he might ice skate, had a silvery charm. He poured himself a brandy and lit a cigar, and tried to concentrate on other things--his many victories, the bravery of his men--but his thoughts swirled in tiny eddies, settling first here, then there, moving as the wind does from empty town to empty town.
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Citation
Mark Strand, "The Emergency Room at Sunset" The Boston Review (March/April, 2011). <Link to Boston Review><Reprinted in Harper's>
Date of Entry
07/25/2011
