Our Lady of the Ruins: Poems - Traci Brimhall

\nWinner of the 2011 Barnard Women Poets Prize, Our Lady of the Ruins tracks a group of women through their pilgrimage in a mid-apocalyptic world. Exploring war, plagues, and the search for a new God in exile, these poems create a chorus of wanderers haunted by empire, God, and personal trauma.from Hysteria: A RequiemNow, in the last world, we bury nightingales \n beneath the floor. \n Trackers with their ears to the ground listen \n for angels approaching. \n \nWhere is the saint, mortally torn and wearing a \nhood of stars, \n bearing her own redemption? \nWinner of the 2011 Barnard Women Poets Prize, Our Lady of the Ruins tracks a group of women through their pilgrimage in a mid-apocalyptic world. Exploring war, plagues, and the search for a new God in exile, these poems create a chorus of wanderers haunted by empire, God, and personal trauma. from Hysteria: A Requiem Now, in the last world, we bury nightingales \n beneath the floor. \n Trackers with their ears to the ground listen \n for angels approaching. \n \n Where is the saint, mortally torn and wearing a \n hood of stars, \n bearing her own redemption? \nWinner of the 2011 Barnard Women Poets Prize, Our Lady of the Ruins tracks a group of women through their pilgrimage in a mid-apocalyptic world. Exploring war, plagues, and the search for a new God in exile, these poems create a chorus of wanderers haunted by empire, God, and personal trauma. from Hysteria: A Requiem Now, in the last world, we bury nightingales \n beneath the floor. \n Trackers with their ears to the ground listen \n for angels approaching. \n \n Where is the saint, mortally torn and wearing a \n hood of stars, \n bearing her own redemption? \nWinner of the 2011 Barnard Women Poets Prize, Our Lady of the Ruins tracks a group of women through their pilgrimage in a mid-apocalyptic world. Exploring war, plagues, and the search for a new God in exile, these poems create a chorus of wanderers haunted by empire, God, and personal trauma. from Hysteria: A Requiem Now, in the last world, we bury nightingales \n beneath the floor. \n Trackers with their ears to the ground listen \n for angels approaching. \n \n Where is the saint, mortally torn and wearing a \n hood of stars, \n bearing her own redemption? \nWinner of the 2011 Barnard Women Poets Prize, Our Lady of the Ruins tracks a group of women through their pilgrimage in a mid-apocalyptic world. Exploring war, plagues, and the searc