gleamy

“Brokeback Mountain,” the standout story in Proulx’s “gritty, gleamy” collection “Close Range,” is about the “sudden flare-up of sexual passion between two ranch hands herding 1,000 sheep in summer upland pasture,” Richard Eder wrote in his review.

While all the forest, witched with slumberous moonshine, Holds up its leaves in happy, happy silence, Waiting the dew, with breath and pulse suspended,— I hear afar thy whispering, gleamy islands, And track thee wakeful still amid the wide-hung silence.

There are wisps of gleamy light—out there.

The fresh wind, the gleamy wisps of light, the running, open sea beyond the harbour bars.

Lips red, a little full perhaps; teeth slightly prominent, but white and gleamy as she smiled.