My review of Vivarium, by Estonian poet Maarja Pärtna


Last year I read Maarja Pärtna's superb poetry pamphlet Vivarium (The Emma Press 2019) reprinted in an English translation by Jayde Will, and wrote the following review, which I was very pleased to see published on Sabotage Reviews a few days ago:

http://sabotagereviews.com/2021/03/01/vivarium-by-maarja-partna-translated-by-jayde-will/

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