Tapestry | Ursula K. Le Guin
Ursula K. Le Guin
Mountain Ways
She was alive inside but dead outside, her face a black and dun net of wrinkles, tumors, cracks. She was bald and blind.
The New Atlantis
Coming back from my Wilderness Week, I sat by an odd sort of man in the bus. For a long time we didn’t talk; I was mending stockings and he was reading.
Nine Lives
Featured in BAEN
She was alive inside but dead outside, her face a black and dun net of wrinkles, tumors, cracks. She was bald and blind.
Extreme Solitude
Featured in BAEN
MR. UNDERHILL CAME out from under his hill, smiling and breathing hard. Each breath shot out of his nostrils as a double puff of steam, snow-white in the morning sunshine.
The Fountains
Featured in BAEN
They knew, having given him cause, that Dr. Kereth might attempt to seek political asylum in Paris.
The Island of the Immortals
Somebody asked me if I’d heard that there were immortal people on the Yendian Plane, and somebody else told me that there were, so when I got there, I asked about them.
Seasons of Ansarac
I talked for a long time once with an old Ansar. I met him at his Interplanary Hostel, which is on a large island far out in the Great Western Ocean
Elementals
No one knows how many airlings there are, most likely not a great many, whatever a great many means
The Silence of the Asonu
The silence of the Asonu is proverbial. The first visitors believed that these gracious, gracile people were mute, lacking any language other than that of gesture, expression, and gaze
Findings
Thin bluish clouds move northeastwards
high up and slowly. Help this soul,
southwest wind of the rainy season,
help this soul be healed
For Judith
But it’s a soft word, Judith!/
If you said a word for its softness,/
you might say billowy,/
or valley floor, or lesbian.
The Skin
“All around us is the skin, helping keep our bodies in.”
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