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“Sometimes
miracles happen: a gifted, already accomplished young poet puts away her poems
for years, even decades, and then the poems begin to pour forth
again--tumultuous, wild with poetry's particular fever (the Russians call it
Nightingale Fever.) But, but, sometimes--tempered by a rich inner life, fed by
wisdom and knowledge one gets walking up and down upon the earth with all of
one's senses fully alert, tempered by years of caring for others-- sometimes,
this fever can turn into art, as it has here, in poem after poem. This
combination: a crazy young poet and a grown-up (still a little bit crazy) poet
makes a rare and astonishing first book, which is more like a seventh or eight
book! As aforementioned: it's a kind of miracle, I tell you, a kind of miracle!”
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