Evelyn Posamentier’s painful and brilliant Poland At The Door resembles a series of atomized clusters, semi-effaced characters like those inscribed on ancient rune-stones or stelae. A full life in the present co-exists in these pages with the memory of Europe’s ruinous history, its abandonment and vanishing. Captured in brief concentrated epigrammatic verses, these double-edged ciphers simultaneously hint at horror and spiritual vision, her “code of madness” that translates the poet’s time into “days of awe, the days between” to make up this terse and moving book. – Michael Heller (author of Conviction's Net of Branches)
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