South America Mi Hija

This saga submerges into the deep dismembered body of both woman and the Americas as Doubiago fans the great fires of the lyrical oracle—the great female reflection of the matriarchal body—alive and electric.

She is sexual without submission, loving without loss of self, and free without rebellion. With a poet's power and a novelist's scope she describes new feelings, new possibilities, and a new closeness to the natural world.

Not since Whitman and Crane has a book-length poem had this passion, power and originality. . . it is the finest poem of its kind to be written by a woman since Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Aurora Leigh . . . [but] it is wholly in the American grain, in the broadest sense—and that includes Latin America, as it should. A brilliant piece of poetry, rhetoric and instruction by a dazzling talent.

Holding South America Mi Hija together are beautifully connected networks of reference and allusion; a coherent narrative voice; and a message about gender.

Sharon Doubiago is the greatest poet of my generation.

A true tour de force, as it utters truths that still have not been heard enough, and utters them from the heart.

The best long poem written by anyone of my generation. . . . There is no more vivid book that South America Mi Hija.

Rich, intense, enchanting work.