Poetry. \'I know what it\'s been to step west, \' Kalamaras.
I know of no other book with this generosity, with this ambition so divested of ego.
WE Slept THE Animal is one of the most intensely populated books since Whitman--and yet, \'We are made / in the image of loss, \' Kalamaras reminds us in \'Letter to Eric from Cripple Creek.\' Like the Richard Hugo book which is precursor, we find poems and letters here, but addressed to a wider range, a vaster group of Americans, living and dead and to come.
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