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"Make me shout . . ." Daphne Solá writes, in her new collection, A Myth in Reverse, "Make me cry out . . ." These are poems of myth and memory, poems that celebrate a life lived through the senses of allegory and legend, and of what might have been. Solá rejoices in beauty whenever it appears in the fleeting world, "a moment, sweet and stretched, like the neck of a swan." -Peter E. Murphy, author of I Thought I Was Going To Be Okay www.stockton.edu/murphywriting Daphne Solá is one of those spiritual writers that the world particularly needs right now, and she expresses her lifetime of wisdom…mehr

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"Make me shout . . ." Daphne Solá writes, in her new collection, A Myth in Reverse, "Make me cry out . . ." These are poems of myth and memory, poems that celebrate a life lived through the senses of allegory and legend, and of what might have been. Solá rejoices in beauty whenever it appears in the fleeting world, "a moment, sweet and stretched, like the neck of a swan." -Peter E. Murphy, author of I Thought I Was Going To Be Okay www.stockton.edu/murphywriting Daphne Solá is one of those spiritual writers that the world particularly needs right now, and she expresses her lifetime of wisdom in magnificent poems that prize melodic detail. You can't stop reading her poems because you want to know more of her fascinating life, and you want to learn how to transform beauty into not-specifically-articulated calls for justice and well-being. She captures the best of the universal in the particular, without ever leaving you out as a particular reader! -Barbara Regenspan, author of The Chessmaster's Daughter and Haunting and the Educational Imagination To read Daphne Solá's poetry is to step outside of oneself and into a swirling world of nature, music, and dance, and above all, passion. Hers is a world vibrant with color and textures sprung from a panoply of experience. Be it living in Latin America, New York City, or in country near Ithaca, the poet, herself a force of nature, is always self-aware, humorous, and unabashedly frank. To the wind flying across her pond, she reminds us: "You have to take me as I am/ wayward/ rebellious/the last free spirit." -Carolyn Clark, author of Watershed-new Finger Lakes poems