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What the reviewers are saying about The Apples of Maine
"You will, I believe, find yourselves captivated by this book you surely never imagined. It's a fine surprise."
Read what the experts say about this book:
"This well researched work is a valuable guide and historical account of the apple, making the book especially appealing to collectors of the old apple varieties, historians, pomologists, and students and teachers of pomology."
-Dr. Loren D. Tukey, Professor Emeritus of Pomology, Pennsylvania State University.
"...is a significant contribution to pomological literature. ...fabulous book...contains significant information on the history of scores of apple varieties which cannot be found in any other writing...a MUST for the apple historian."
-Roger D. Way, Professor Emeritus of Pomology, Cornell University.
"... is a more historical work than the Apples of New York...for serious apple collectors, and growers who want to trace and verify their varieties...gives insight into advantages and disadvantages of old varieties which could help a modern grower decide if they are worth trying again."
-Lon Rombough, Pomological Book Reviewer.
"Please allow me to congratulate you for The Apples of Maine,...Your work has well repaid the price; it is superb. ...the exposition is lucid and concise ...hope your work receives the praise it deserves."
-Alexander MacGregor, Professor of Classics, University of Illinois at Chicago.
Maine Apples
by Robert Peter Tristram Coffin
These things make Maine apples sharp
As sweet notes running up a harp:
Our winters close to flowers and fruits,
Enamel luster of our skies,
The sorrow in our frostflowers' eyes,
Brevity of our sudden summers,
Thunder drumming like bass-drummers
Below white Andes in the west.
Our hard soil gives our apples zest,
The spark-eyed chickadees' fast tune,
Wild sadness of the lonely loon,
The salt that blows in from the sea,
The bayberry, the rosemary,
Needles and knives of fir and pine,
Granite in the Maine State spine,
The wind that's never far away
Around the corner of a day,
The dance of secret polar light,
The quick beams of our sun at night.
In this apple in your fingers
The splendor of the Maine year lingers,
This globe arching your hand apart
Is Maine's cool and beautiful heart.
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