<div>Alice Attie’s inaugural volume of poetry is an invitation to collectively “bend into silence as we bend into words.” In<i>These Figures Lining the Hills</i>, readers enter an eloquent, philosophically poignant space where we slip into the folds of language.<br><br>Attie’s voice is exquisite and singular. Her brilliant writing brings together language and the ineffable to inhabit the same liminal space where words may both<i>be</i> and <i>not be</i> in an oscillation of possibility and wonder. Her works are dazzling tributes to a poetics of the moment, where Attie’s words are poised to take note of the smallest things and where she shapes and reshapes figures to form, and reform, the collage of her writing.</div>