New Lifeis a book that is Dantesque in its ability to commune with the dead without becoming fixed in the past. Instead, the poems here have a distinct sense of nonlinear time, where each line feels like an ancient bone discovered, only to be reassembled into a chimera of another self. In this way, Bozicevic continually greets herself as a stranger, reminding us that in some respects every poem is a love poem.