Arthur did not notice it, but I could hear the deep hiss of indrawn
breath which is one of Van Helsing's ways of betraying emotion.
He saw her bending over pythons coiled upon the sand, or considering the brown rock breaking the stagnant water of the alligators' pool, or searching some minute section of tropical forest for the golden eye of a lizard or the indrawn
movement of the green frogs' flanks.
He was not used to the fear of an enemy, but the memory of Lady Carey's white cheeks and indrawn
lips as she had entered his carriage chilled him.
In the slippery world of Fingerbone, Ruth's figurative descriptions often integrate nature and culture rather than segregating them, celebrating the wild in terms of the domestic, or vice versa: "the wind in the mountains was like one long indrawn
There is no condition of snow I have not observed, from the first fall to the mild deceptive stillness at night, close to the end of winter, when a dark breath, indrawn
and held, warns that death is returning after all.
The boy, we soon learn, murdered the teacher's son five years before, and as the indrawn
carpenter loads his car with tarp and rope and takes the unheeding teenager to a secluded lumberyard, the scene is evidently set for revenge.
Carter honors Bishop's pauses for breath midway through each line (he wants the soprano to sing "as if out of breath") and her sense of indrawn
intimacy (it's the quietest setting in the sequence--nothing louder than p).
The result changed from one sculpture to the next, spawning a different sculptural product: at times the clay is extended and open, as if it wishes to show and expose; at times it is folded in, indrawn
and closed to its surroundings; sometimes it is tantamount to a lump replete with fidgety folds, at others the folds are soft and gentle.
This concept--that what is exhaled forms part of the new indrawn
breath--suggests that the past is reabsorbed through our engagement with present experience.
Type of preservation indrawn
as 'w' = waterlogged, 'c' = carbonised.
Each leaf is an indrawn
breath as red as a pomegranate, or rather the colour of pomegranates, which is not exactly red.
I look to Murph, who stands over the indrawn
form of the man, chewing his bottom lip.