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Title: Ghost in a Red Hat
Author: Rosanna Warren
ISBN: 9780393080063
Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
Published: 2011
Binding: Hardcover
Language: English
Condition: Used: Very Good
Clean, unmarked copy with some edge wear. Good binding. Dust jacket included if issued with one. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
A 1674285
Publisher Description:
In her fifth book of poetry, Rosanna Warren explores the political and the personal through myth, history, elegy, and erotic lyric. Starting from a childhood memory of her mother, the poems contemplate wreckage and sorrow in family life, in Hurricane Katrina, and in the Trojan War, but also moments of eerie blessing.
from "Mediterranean"
There was something I wanted to say, at the age of twelve,
some question she hadn't answered,
and yesterday, so clearly seeing her pace before me
it rose again to the tip of my tongue, and the mystery was
not that she walked there, ten years after her death,
but that she vanished, and let twilight take her place-
Author: Rosanna Warren
ISBN: 9780393080063
Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
Published: 2011
Binding: Hardcover
Language: English
Condition: Used: Very Good
Clean, unmarked copy with some edge wear. Good binding. Dust jacket included if issued with one. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
A 1674285
Publisher Description:
In her fifth book of poetry, Rosanna Warren explores the political and the personal through myth, history, elegy, and erotic lyric. Starting from a childhood memory of her mother, the poems contemplate wreckage and sorrow in family life, in Hurricane Katrina, and in the Trojan War, but also moments of eerie blessing.
from "Mediterranean"
There was something I wanted to say, at the age of twelve,
some question she hadn't answered,
and yesterday, so clearly seeing her pace before me
it rose again to the tip of my tongue, and the mystery was
not that she walked there, ten years after her death,
but that she vanished, and let twilight take her place-
