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So much attention, so much bright intensity, is concentrated into Gemma Gorga’s incandescent poems. It’s no wonder she asks her muse for a breather—‘From time to time, / please / don’t show up . . . // allow me to unword / body and abode.’ Like uranium or pure gold, or even better, tiny black holes, these minimalist poems are marked with a profound density. This work is careful and precise, yet wildly democratic—all orders of beings are welcome here, from houseflies to angels, from perverse genii to radioactive submarines, to spoons, to grains of sand, and to the silences they inhabit. Thanks to Sharon Dolin for these remarkable translations that capture both the beauty of these poems and their philosophic weight.