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Edytta Wojnar's poems throb with surprises. We find here evanescentdesires, personal and communal losses, and heart-felt melancholia for theleft-behind country and native tongue. But there is also sheer playfulnessof language (or rather languages as Wojnar occasionally interweaves herlyrics with her native Polish words), which does not describe but acts andreenacts. These poems "walk on their eyelashes" and they "click clack." InWojnar's landscapes we walk among "snowflakes as fireflies," and w…
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Edytta Wojnar's poems throb with surprises. We find here evanescent

desires, personal and communal losses, and heart-felt melancholia for the

left-behind country and native tongue. But there is also sheer playfulness

of language (or rather languages as Wojnar occasionally interweaves her

lyrics with her native Polish words), which does not describe but acts and

reenacts. These poems "walk on their eyelashes" and they "click clack." In

Wojnar's landscapes we walk among "snowflakes as fireflies," and women

are "fog carved in cedar." Her poems hum the melodies of magic and

mysteries. Curses turn into prayers. "Foreign sounds on linked strands roll

into the inked lines." These poems are both profound and sheer delights.

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Edytta Wojnar's poems throb with surprises. We find here evanescent

desires, personal and communal losses, and heart-felt melancholia for the

left-behind country and native tongue. But there is also sheer playfulness

of language (or rather languages as Wojnar occasionally interweaves her

lyrics with her native Polish words), which does not describe but acts and

reenacts. These poems "walk on their eyelashes" and they "click clack." In

Wojnar's landscapes we walk among "snowflakes as fireflies," and women

are "fog carved in cedar." Her poems hum the melodies of magic and

mysteries. Curses turn into prayers. "Foreign sounds on linked strands roll

into the inked lines." These poems are both profound and sheer delights.

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