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    The Last Girl: Poems
    The Last Girl: Poems
    The Last Girl: Poems
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    The Last Girl: Poems

    By Rose Solari

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    A shimmering girl who disappears in daylight. A boy who goes to war and comes back forever broken. New landscapes in which old ghosts appear, telling their bits of stories. Lovers and losses, visions and dreams—such are the people, places, and images who fill Rose Solari's third collection of poetry, The Last Girl. Moving beyond the often-narrative constructions of her previous collection, the poems in this collection tell their truths slant-wise, in spiky, inventive lines that sing their way under the reader's skin. Solari's whole-hearted lyricism of her elegiac moments, linguistic inventiveness, and range of tones sweep the reader from dark to light, from pain to joy, from unbearable loss to giddy delight. The poems in this collection represent a writer working at the peak of her powers, possessed of technical mastery, fierce perception, and a tender but unsentimental heart.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSanta Fe Writer's Project
    Release dateNov 1, 2014
    ISBN9780991408733
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