In Calligraphies, Marilyn Hacker further cements her position as one of our greatest contemporary masters of poetic form. Elegant and yet homespun, cosmopolitan yet grounded, Hacker's poems (in the shapes of sonnets, tankas, ghazals) document and sing the lives of exiles, her friends from Beirut to Paris and beyond. Thriving on what Edward Said called 'late style, ' that period of an artist's practice where they face the end, Hacker has become a poet not only for her (and our) twilight age, but for the ages.–Philip Metres, author of Shrapnel Maps
