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"The Upper Flow of Rivers", as the title poem suggests, leads us through an exploratory journey from the barnyards of Moravia through the "landscapes" of Europe's tragic 20th century into the passionate embrace of the pensive nature of America's North.

The poet directly addresses the reader (Wait, fellow man!) to join her in the journey. Searching for the meaning of our existence is endless and is not limited by our place of birth, nor can it be silenced by exile.