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Olena Kalytiak Davis

The situation is grave: the way we lean over each other, the way years later we emerge: hunchbacked, hooded, with full grown tender things called souls. ― Olena Kalytiak Davis, And Her Soul Out Of Nothing. (University of Wisconsin Press; n Second edition edition, October 15, 1997)

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry · Ukrainian-American Culture

Olena Kalytiak Davis

“[…] I had found myself standing in a ley of misnamed yellow calla lilies thinking: That’s surely the shape of the heart: open yet twisting something strange, not at all delicate at its core. — Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “Sleep Was An Inlet,” And Her Soul Out Of Nothing. (University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)

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