Smith, Martin Cruz December 6 (six) Simon & Schuster, New York, 2002, Quarter Cloth, , First Edition, First Printing, ISBN 0684872536 , Very Good /Very Good
339 pp. Quarter red cloth and blazing white boards are very clean with only a couple of bumps, rubs to the edges. One inch black remainder mark on bottom edge. Complete dj has one 1/8 inch tear and modest ruffling. Endpapers feature period photographs by Kineo Kuwabara. 'Of course Harry was skipping town. Any sane person would. People expected war back in June, and now they were in December, each day like a drop of water trying to fall.'
JUNE
When the bubble moon is young,
Down the sources of the breeze,
Like a yellow lantern hung
In the tops of blackened trees,
There is promise she will grow
Into beauty unforetold,
Into all unthought-of gold.
Heigh ho!
When the Spring has dipped her foot,
Like a bather, in the air,
And the ripples warm the root
Till the little flowers dare,
There is promise she will grow
Sweeter than the Springs of old,
Fairer than was ever told.
Heigh ho!
But the moon of middle night,
Risen, is the rounded moon;
And the Spring of budding light
Eddies into just a June.
Ah, the promise - was it so?
Nay, the gift was fairy gold;
All the new is over-old.
Heigh ho!