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    Field Music: Poems
    Field Music: Poems
    Field Music: Poems
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    Field Music: Poems

    Written by Alexandria Hall

    Narrated by Alexandria Hall

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    A collection of poetry from the 2019 winner of the National Poetry Series, selected by Rosanna Warren

    In her remarkable and assured debut, Alexandria Hall explores the boundaries and limits of language, place, and the self, as well as the complicated space between safety and danger, intimacy and isolation, playfulness and seriousness, home and away. With a keen eye for the importance of place, Hall shows us daily life in rural Vermont, illuminating the beauty and difficulty inherent in the dichotomies of human language and experience.

    Incisive and tender, Field Music is a thoughtful and alert collection from a major emerging voice.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperAudio
    Release dateOct 6, 2020
    ISBN9780063008403
    Author

    Alexandria Hall

    Alexandria Hall is a poet and musician from Vermont. She received her MFA from New York University and is now a PhD candidate in Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Southern California. She is founder and editor-in-chief of tele- magazine. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Narrative, BOAAT, The Bennington Review, Foundry, Memorious, and elsewhere.

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    • 5/5
      Love listening to this audiobook as I followed along with the poems on the page — perfect combination!! ???