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In Love Again and Always
Only poetry captures the essence, the mystery, the yearning, the full joy of being in love. After publishing her widely acclaimed poems in such places as the Ann Landers column and Chicken Soup for the Soul, author Carol Lynn Pearson has compiled her finest love poems into a beautiful gift In Love Again and Always. Again and again you'll read this collection aloud to your loved one - whether by candlelight or just throughout the day - remembering, renewing, and celebrating your love.
- GenresPoetry
96 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2007
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About the author
Carol Lynn Pearson
95 books125 followersFrom http://www.clpearson.com/about_me.htm
In fourth grade, in Gusher, Utah, I won four dollars in a school district essay contest on “Why We Should Eat a Better Breakfast.” And yes, this morning I had a bowl of my own excellent granola, followed by a hike in the hills near my home in Walnut Creek, California.
In high school I began writing in earnest. I have now in my files a folder marked “Poetry, Very Bad,” and another, “Poetry, Not Quite So Bad.” Writing served a good purpose for that very dramatic, insecure adolescent. Also at that time I began to keep a diary, which I still maintain and which has been indescribably useful to me both as a writer and as a pilgrim on the earth.
After graduating from Brigham Young University with an MA in theatre, teaching for a year in Utah at Snow College, and traveling for a year, I taught part-time at BYU in the English department and was then hired by the motion picture studio on campus to write educational and religious screenplays.
While performing at the university as Mrs. Antrobus in Thornton Wilder’s “The Skin of Our Teeth,” I met and fell in love with Gerald Pearson, a shining, blond, enthusiastic young man, who fell in love with me and my poems.
“We’ve got to get them published,” he said on our honeymoon, and soon dragged me up to the big city, Salt Lake City, to see who would be first in line to publish them. “Poetry doesn’t sell,” insisted everyone we spoke to, and I, somewhat relieved, put publishing on the list of things to do posthumously.
But not Gerald. “Then I’ll publish them,” he said. Borrowing two thousand dollars, he created a company called “Trilogy Arts” and published two thousand copies of a book called Beginnings, a slim, hard-back volume with a white cover that featured a stunning illustration, “God in Embryo,” by our good friend Trevor Southey, now an internationally known artist. On the day in autumn of 1967 that Gerald delivered the books by truck to our little apartment in Provo, I was terrified. I really had wanted to do this posthumously.
Beginnings
Today
You came running
With a small specked egg
Warm in your hand.
You could barely understand,
I know,
As I told you of Beginnings–
Of egg and bird.
Told, too,
That years ago you began,
Smaller than sight.
And then,
As egg yearns for sky
And seed stretches to tree,
You became–
Like me.
Oh,
But there’s so much more.
You and I, child,
Have just begun.
Think:
Worlds from now
What might we be?–
We, who are seed
Of Deity.
We toted a package of books up to the BYU bookstore, and asked to see the book buyer. “Well,” she said, “nobody ever buys poetry, but since you’re a local person, let me take four on consignment.” As they came in packages of twenty, we persuaded her to take twenty--on consignment. Next day she called and asked, “Those books you brought up here. Do you have any more of them?”
I had anticipated that the two thousand books, now stacked in our little closet and under our bed and in my Daddy’s garage, would last us years and years as wedding presents. But immediately we ordered a second printing. Beginnings sold over 150,000 copies before we gave it to Doubleday and then to Bookcraft.
Beginnings was followed by other volumes of poetry: The Search, The Growing Season, A Widening View, I Can’t Stop Smiling, and Women I Have Known and Been. Most of the poems from the earlier books now appear in a compilation, Beginnings and Beyond. The poems have been widely reprinted in such places as Ann Landers’ column, the second volume of Chicken Soup for the Soul, and college textbooks such as Houghton Mifflin’s Structure and Meaning: an Introduction to Literature. That first little volume of verse, and my husband’s determination, laid the foundation for my entire career.
Another characteristic of my husband was to have a profound effect on both
In fourth grade, in Gusher, Utah, I won four dollars in a school district essay contest on “Why We Should Eat a Better Breakfast.” And yes, this morning I had a bowl of my own excellent granola, followed by a hike in the hills near my home in Walnut Creek, California.
In high school I began writing in earnest. I have now in my files a folder marked “Poetry, Very Bad,” and another, “Poetry, Not Quite So Bad.” Writing served a good purpose for that very dramatic, insecure adolescent. Also at that time I began to keep a diary, which I still maintain and which has been indescribably useful to me both as a writer and as a pilgrim on the earth.
After graduating from Brigham Young University with an MA in theatre, teaching for a year in Utah at Snow College, and traveling for a year, I taught part-time at BYU in the English department and was then hired by the motion picture studio on campus to write educational and religious screenplays.
While performing at the university as Mrs. Antrobus in Thornton Wilder’s “The Skin of Our Teeth,” I met and fell in love with Gerald Pearson, a shining, blond, enthusiastic young man, who fell in love with me and my poems.
“We’ve got to get them published,” he said on our honeymoon, and soon dragged me up to the big city, Salt Lake City, to see who would be first in line to publish them. “Poetry doesn’t sell,” insisted everyone we spoke to, and I, somewhat relieved, put publishing on the list of things to do posthumously.
But not Gerald. “Then I’ll publish them,” he said. Borrowing two thousand dollars, he created a company called “Trilogy Arts” and published two thousand copies of a book called Beginnings, a slim, hard-back volume with a white cover that featured a stunning illustration, “God in Embryo,” by our good friend Trevor Southey, now an internationally known artist. On the day in autumn of 1967 that Gerald delivered the books by truck to our little apartment in Provo, I was terrified. I really had wanted to do this posthumously.
Beginnings
Today
You came running
With a small specked egg
Warm in your hand.
You could barely understand,
I know,
As I told you of Beginnings–
Of egg and bird.
Told, too,
That years ago you began,
Smaller than sight.
And then,
As egg yearns for sky
And seed stretches to tree,
You became–
Like me.
Oh,
But there’s so much more.
You and I, child,
Have just begun.
Think:
Worlds from now
What might we be?–
We, who are seed
Of Deity.
We toted a package of books up to the BYU bookstore, and asked to see the book buyer. “Well,” she said, “nobody ever buys poetry, but since you’re a local person, let me take four on consignment.” As they came in packages of twenty, we persuaded her to take twenty--on consignment. Next day she called and asked, “Those books you brought up here. Do you have any more of them?”
I had anticipated that the two thousand books, now stacked in our little closet and under our bed and in my Daddy’s garage, would last us years and years as wedding presents. But immediately we ordered a second printing. Beginnings sold over 150,000 copies before we gave it to Doubleday and then to Bookcraft.
Beginnings was followed by other volumes of poetry: The Search, The Growing Season, A Widening View, I Can’t Stop Smiling, and Women I Have Known and Been. Most of the poems from the earlier books now appear in a compilation, Beginnings and Beyond. The poems have been widely reprinted in such places as Ann Landers’ column, the second volume of Chicken Soup for the Soul, and college textbooks such as Houghton Mifflin’s Structure and Meaning: an Introduction to Literature. That first little volume of verse, and my husband’s determination, laid the foundation for my entire career.
Another characteristic of my husband was to have a profound effect on both
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June 23, 2023
Guess it wasn’t really my thing.
August 22, 2012
This is such a good little book of love poems. I really like Carol Lynn Pearson, and this collection is one of my favorites.
My favorite poems from the book are:
Embrace
Filled
Seeing You Seeing Me
The Signal
Occupied
Home
Could I Sleep
To the Sound of the Rain
Final Comfort
So many of these poems seem to describe exactly how I feel about Dave. THAT is good poetry!
I will share the words to just three of them:
"Filled"
My life was a jar,
Packed with pebbles
To the top.
I didn’t know
There were spaces
Until you filled them.
Like sand filtering
The empty places
Full,
You are there between
And around every thought,
Every motion.
There is no moment
That is not
Heavy with you somehow.
I am pressed,
Pressed.
Even breathing
Is not easy now.
"The Signal"
In case of crowds
Or other muffling
Circumstances,
I’ve designed a sign
That should get through:
If you notice me
Breathing,
That will signal
I love you.
"Could I Sleep"
Could I sleep
If I slept with you?
Could I forget
The fact of your skin
Within touching distance
Long enough to let go?
Lovers do sleep,
I know.
I’ve seen it in the movies.
But just now,
Riveted awake merely
By the thought of you,
I can’t imagine how.
My favorite poems from the book are:
Embrace
Filled
Seeing You Seeing Me
The Signal
Occupied
Home
Could I Sleep
To the Sound of the Rain
Final Comfort
So many of these poems seem to describe exactly how I feel about Dave. THAT is good poetry!
I will share the words to just three of them:
"Filled"
My life was a jar,
Packed with pebbles
To the top.
I didn’t know
There were spaces
Until you filled them.
Like sand filtering
The empty places
Full,
You are there between
And around every thought,
Every motion.
There is no moment
That is not
Heavy with you somehow.
I am pressed,
Pressed.
Even breathing
Is not easy now.
"The Signal"
In case of crowds
Or other muffling
Circumstances,
I’ve designed a sign
That should get through:
If you notice me
Breathing,
That will signal
I love you.
"Could I Sleep"
Could I sleep
If I slept with you?
Could I forget
The fact of your skin
Within touching distance
Long enough to let go?
Lovers do sleep,
I know.
I’ve seen it in the movies.
But just now,
Riveted awake merely
By the thought of you,
I can’t imagine how.
May 13, 2012
I don't normally pick up poetry books. I don't mind poetry, I just don't generally read it and when I do, I typically go for the well-known greats (ex: Dickinson, Frost, etc...) So, it was on a random whim that I picked up several poetry books by Carol Lynn Pearson at the library. I had heard several people mention her within a few weeks and I was intrigued by her story. (Look it up on Wikipedia!)
This was the first book I started reading and I was hooked from the first page. Simply Beautiful. I don't know how else to describe it. I love them. I immediately bought this book and I think I'll have to buy her others.
This is my favorite poem from this collection:
Seeing You Seeing Me
Seeing you seeing me
Took my breath away.
I never knew
There were Grand Canyons
In me,
And Mona Lisas
And Sistine Chapels
And the Alps-
Until that look,
That amazed, amazing look,
Crossed your tourist face
And I became the newest
Wonder of the world.
This was the first book I started reading and I was hooked from the first page. Simply Beautiful. I don't know how else to describe it. I love them. I immediately bought this book and I think I'll have to buy her others.
This is my favorite poem from this collection:
Seeing You Seeing Me
Seeing you seeing me
Took my breath away.
I never knew
There were Grand Canyons
In me,
And Mona Lisas
And Sistine Chapels
And the Alps-
Until that look,
That amazed, amazing look,
Crossed your tourist face
And I became the newest
Wonder of the world.
June 4, 2012
In Love Again and Always is an endearing collection of charming love poems with cleverly composed elements. The poems inspire the heart fluttering recollection of why I fell in the love in the first place.
January 11, 2009
I couldn't help smiling while reading many of these poems. A number of the sentiments in her writing are entirely accurate, at least in my particular case. :D
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September 10, 2012I love these... Going to read this one again.
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