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Praise for Clare Rossini's award-winning book, Winter Morning with Crow. All forms are refreshed in Rossini's incomparable vision, and something futher—they are given the rare, gold brushstrokes of hessed, the compassion that allows us to re-see the world we think we see, as if history might yet find a way to love us.—The Nation. In “Foreword,” the opening poem of Clare Rossini's new book, Lingo, the poet exclaims: “Don't tell me the tongue's / Not a magical place.” And who would argue the point after reading these poems in which the body and spirit of language bring such joy, from a toddler's grabled imitations to the ripe lines of Shakespeare? Whether in the Midwest or New England, in elegies or celebrations, Rossini takes comfort in the miracle of words, where the homely and exotic can flourish at the same time, like the thought of flamingoes in Minnesota (“Rice County Soliloquy”). Rossini treats both the human and the natural world with tenderness and goodhearted humor, her wit and compassion as impressive as the bravura of plainspoken poetry, as endearing as pirouettes in sensible shoes. Out of such grace come the graceful poems of Lingo.