Located in the limbo between lands and languages, Clara Burghelea’s poems evoke the tension between lyric and time.
Order Now!Praise the Unburied proves “there are no rooms in our bodies without ghosts.” We move through achy poems of yesterdays during the Romanian Communist regime and warm memories of family where each day “peels off like dry shallot”. We see best days and mother love with a long-held mother smell “all honey- comb, vinegar and exhaustion.” Clara Burghelea leads us through residues of language, womanhood, seasonal breezes and salty places—tasting with all our senses.
