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A review by alandd
An American Sunrise by Joy Harjo
1.0
No pude conectar con ninguno de los poemas, no sentía nada sin importar cuántos leyera o cuántas veces los leyera. Me pareció que la autora hablaba de todas estas experiencias, todos los sentimientos, incluso recuerdos y anécdotas familiares, como si le dieran igual, como si no le importara y estuviera más bien siendo obligada a escribir.
I couldn't connect with any of the poems, I didn't feel anything no matter how many I read or how many times I read them. It seemed to me that the author talked about all these experiences, all the feelings, even memories and family anecdotes, as if she didn't care, as if she didn't care and she was more like being forced to write.
I couldn't connect with any of the poems, I didn't feel anything no matter how many I read or how many times I read them. It seemed to me that the author talked about all these experiences, all the feelings, even memories and family anecdotes, as if she didn't care, as if she didn't care and she was more like being forced to write.