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Holiday in the Islands of Grief : Poems /

"In his new collection, Jeffrey McDaniel confronts the insular and expansive qualities of loss. With electric language and surrealistic imagery, McDaniel's poems deliver the quotidian elements of middle-age life while weaving us in & out of childhood and adulthood alongside body and mi...

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Autor principal: McDaniel, Jeffrey, 1967- (Autor)
Formato: Electrónico eBook
Idioma:Inglés
Publicado: Pittsburgh, Pa. : University of Pittsburgh Press, [2020]
Colección:Book collections on Project MUSE.
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Acceso en línea:Texto completo

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