Again Carolyn Forche hovers above the lacerated landscape of history, filling theholes between saying and said. blue Hour does not console but emboidens. The fear we share is never dodged. this singular voice is writ in bone, snow, coal, stone, and sorrow."rn- C.D. Wright.rnrn"Forche, already a master of imagery, creates here a masterwork for twenty-first century."rn- Jane MillerrnrnCarolyn For…