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    The Book of Hours
    The Book of Hours
    The Book of Hours
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    The Book of Hours

    By Marianne Boruch

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  • writes a column in American Poetry Review
  • according to Boruch, this was the strangest book she’s ever written, that it “came to me in a trance, almost perfectly formed, and I don’t remember writing it.”
  • widely respected for weird intelligence
  • mystical book about living and dying, with lots of air creatures and water creatures
  • Boruch’s work appears with regularity in The New Yorker
    • LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopper Canyon Press
    Release dateNov 6, 2012
    ISBN9781619320482
    The Book of Hours
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    Marianne Boruch

    Marianne Boruch is the author of five poetry collections and the essay collection Poetry’s Old Air. She has published poems and essays widely in the Georgia Review, American Poetry Review, Nation, and other magazines. She teaches in the M.F.A. Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College and in the Department of English at Purdue University, and lives in Purdue, Indiana.

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