Recently Sold by Veery Books:

, Black Bread #2, November 1992 , Black Bread #2, November 1992
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  Black Bread #2, November 1992
  Gosling Press, Providence, Rhode Island, 1992, Illustrated Wraps, , , Very Good
  
  

  88 pp. Limited to 200 copies. Light bumping and soiling to wraps. Poems by Barabara Enzig, Lisa Jarnot, Kimberly Lyons, Beth Henderson, Lee Ann Brown, Myung Mi Kim, Christysh, Sianne Ngai, Kathleen Fraser, Jessica Lowenthal, Rosmarie Waldrop, Jennifer Moxley, art by Amos Latteier.

  

An excellent report by Maureen Mulvihill of the auction of rare books and manuscripts from the estate of Paula Peyraud

The Paula Peyraud Collection: Samuel Johnson & Women Writers in Georgian Society. An Auction Report by Maureen E. Mulvihill as published in Eighteenth-Century Studies, Fall 2009, with 8 images and a list of selected buyers, prices & new locations of the Peyraud properties. A pdf of the published report may be downloaded here: http://www.ilab.org/download.php?object=documentation&id=81

‘DARK LADY’ OF RARE BOOK COLLECTORS, PAULA FENTRESS PEYRAUD (CHAPPAQUA, NY, 1947 ~ 2008). Peyraud Collection Auction, May 2009, Bloomsbury Auctions N.Y. 483 Lots (books, manuscripts, images). Sales total: $1.6 million, including premium. Photograph, Margie Van Dyke. Bookplate from Peyraud copy of Frances Burney’s Cecilia, (lot 218, buyer McGill University). Bookplate bears inscribed initials (“FCP - EKP”), being the collector’s grandparents Frank C. Peyraud & Elizabeth Krysler Peyraud, both visual artists (see “Peyraud,” Benezit, vol. 10, 2006 edition).

GOD'S WORLD

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with color!  That gaunt crag
To crush!  To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, world, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all
But never knew I this.
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart.  Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me - let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.