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Slippery, magnetic riffs on the arbitrary divisions made by the human mind in light of the mathematical abstractions that delete them; poetry lovers will want to read.
There is much pain here, as well as concern for the future, but mostly these poems celebrate love in the face of precariousness. The result: mystical, generous poems about difference in the context of universal truth.
The translations are clear—almost transparent. But English is not French, and it is too bad that none of the original text is included. [See "Books for the Masses," Editors' BEA Picks, LJ 7/14, p. 30.]