“A child who paid for the political sins of her grandparents in Hoxha’s Albania; a young poet who seems to have been writing for a hundred years in a language that’s only been written for a hundred years; an erotic lyricist in the ruins of a state; Luljeta Lleshanaku is the real thing, and as unexpected as an oasis behind a mountain on the moon.”
—Eliot Weinberger
“These impressive poems carry a poignance much like the first buds of spring, a mark of survival and insistent life. In this bewildering human world such articulate determination proves again our common faith. Luljeta Lleshanaku speaks to us one and all.”
–Robert Creeley
Henry Israeli 
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