Opera Buffa is Tomaz Salamun's last testament. It is a book rooted in torn landscapes of Central Europe and the Mediterranean. Crafted from place and power, these poems are fragments of collective memory. "There are hands, inside. Concordance rises / There are no foodstuffs. There's no branch." These are poems that  examine what is tender and terrible in the world, ranging from the extrajudicial civil massacres of partisans during and after the Second World War, to the prejudicial violence carried out in twenty-first-century Europe against people forced to migrate from the Middle East, North Africa, and India. Opera Buffa witnesses anarchical plutocracy, climate catastrophe, and so much more. "Do you feel the footsteps?/ Do you feel the approach?" This is Opera Buffa.

"This volume is gracefully unified by its commitment to enjambment as a way of rendering familiar narratives suddenly and wonderfully strange. As the book unfolds, the work is increasingly inhabited by silence, which amplifies the surreal and often disconcerting moments in each intricately imagined dreamscape. Salamun provocatively places the line in tension with the sentence, allowing suspense to accumulate and undermining expectations of narrative resolution. Salamun's poems are as subversive in their craft as they are in their thinking, and this translation preserves that originality of thought and expression."-Publishers Weekly, starred review, on Druids by Tomaz Salamun