A review by reads2cope
Ædnan by Linnea Axelsson

5.0

But she has 
been home and 
not home 


she has been 
where her 
memories were   
–  
They were never 
in rooms or walls 
but in person 


in the living and dead 
and in the words 
with which she moved 
– 
Next time Grandma 

I intend to wear 
my kolt like you

The poetry flowed so well, I often got lost in the story and once almost missed my metro stop. The pain of losing traditional and family knowledge, the trauma and danger of assimilation, was so clearly but beautifully shown. I wish I had kept a list or family tree as I read because some of the jumps between characters and time became confusing, but I look forward to a doing that on a  re-read in the future. 

The ruling language 
drizzled over us 

Swedish words 
impossible to pronounce 
– 
They penetrated 
our clothes 
coated our skin 
– 
That needling eye 
– 
a rain through 
all that one loves

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