What makes poetry great? An indefinable pizzaz that captures the heart and catapults the intellect, perhaps. Or maybe it is the elegance of prose, with rhythm and stateliness, yet always in touch with the innocent, with the child-like - in short, in touch with the joy of life.
Roa's verses in "Poetry, New and Eternal" accurately reflect the sprit of its paradoxical title. Sultry landscapes intermingle with sharp, and often times brassy, scythes of emotion. Roa's free use of syntax lends her poetry a lithe and ethereal presence that does nothing to diminish its profound metaphysical gravity.
I highly recommend "Poetry, New and Eternal", prepare to be exalted and exhumed, all on the same page.