word-hoard

And then, around Page 15, the wheels bust off this narrative, and we’re airborne: “Grown Boy came into his own voice and let loose his word-hoard pent up within him.”

It’s the story of how, Ferlinghetti writes in the book, he “came into his own voice and let loose his word-hoard pent up within him.”

Next we find Little Boy became Grown Boy, who “came into his own voice and let loose his word-hoard pent up within him.”

“The Essex Serpent” is also an example of what the nature writer Robert Macfarlane calls “a word-hoard of the astonishing lexis for landscape.”

“I intend to rally my memory and write in these pages you provide a small word-hoard of my own,” Cockcroft wrote.