Toward a Postmodern Pastoral: The Erotic Landscape in the Work of Gretel Ehrlich

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“What is this wild embrace? This slipping away of heat from air at daybreak, these clothes made of bird cries being peeled from my body? Who is holding me? Why do your arms keep sliding down my back and hips, then start again at my face? What is in my throat, what have i said or swallowed? Is it foam from the river where it collides with pointbars and cutbanks, or the rolling r’s of sandhill cranes?” Gretel ehrlich, “the fasting heart”

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