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She explains how the last lord--the "very masterful man," the one who would go forward and "see[k] the unpeopled world behind the sunrise"--he is the one who "caught up the Knife of Stone which lies there on the table and would have fought with his comrades.
Yet what is still represented in these images is a stark and shocking violence, visited on a seemingly unpeopled landscape.
It also is analogous to Tao's pastoral--an agricultural space not entirely aestheticized, not entirely unpeopled, but also not completely humanized or anthropomorphized.
Smith's mostly unpeopled photographs, accompanied by Karen Berger's informative writing, convey the unique atmosphere of each trail, from the incredibly green, lush swamps of the Florida Trail to the dusty, dry deserts of the Arizona Trail.
His latest book of poetry, Unpeopled Eden, won the 2014 Lambda Literary Award and the prestigious 2014 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize, making him the first Latino poet to receive the honor.
It's one of the most unpeopled forested landscapes in the West.
Torn by the thorns of wild scrub and chased by beasts of prey, his body broken and bleeding, Mazepa passes through valleys and gorges, and over wide, burning, and unpeopled steppe.
After they all exit the ark and settle down on the unpeopled earth, Noah will bless his children and grandchildren, quoting Gen.
20) The 'crow country' of the book is a mostly unpeopled, triangular block of land known as Haddiscoe Island, cut off from the rest of the fens by the converging Yare and Waveney rivers and a human-made water channel.
Iturbide's stark black-and-white photographs present an unpeopled landscape: exposed rebar, contorted trees, cacti strung round with newspapers.
Use of the frontier metaphor in science creates an image of knowledge as something spatial--a territory with borders, presumably unpeopled, to be reached and occupied or fought over--which then seeps into how scientists construct their work.
With her eyes closed, the street sounds that before seemed muffled and almost soothing, a gurgle of human life so unlike the unpeopled silence that blankets the Priest Pond house, now seem amplified, a cacophony of horns and screeching brakes.