I read the June issue of Poetry [“Landays”] straight through, sat looking out my window for a couple of hours, then got into bed and read it straight through again. The landays make me feel so close to these anonymous women — a sense of closeness that’s hard to get when encountering a culture so foreign. Yet close as I feel to these lives and issues, the truth is that this is magisterial work by Eliza Griswold — the work of collecting these tiny poems, translating and re-translating them into an English that can affect us. The photos, too [by Seamus Murphy], are a wonderful help. I’m deeply grateful to have this book!
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