The Book of Stones
The physical and emotional landscapes of Africa are evoked with sensuous immediacy in this collection of poetry by Adam Schwartzmann. Written upon his return from England to live and work on the land, his poems speak to the impact of new experiences as he explores what it means to live in the new South Africa and be part of shared historical processes while sustaining an individual life. In particular they examine the process of understanding commitments to love and politics and to finding a way to remain engaged with history and survive.
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