Synopses & Reviews
A book of loss, looking back, and what binds us to life, by a towering poetic talent, called one of the poetry stars of his generation (Los Angeles Times).
We sleep long, / if not sound, Kevin Young writes early on in this exquisite gathering of poems, Till the end/ we sing / into the wind. In scenes and settings that circle family and the generations in the American South — one poem, Kith, exploring that strange bedfellow of kin — the speaker and his young son wander among the stones of their ancestors. Like heat he seeks them, / my son, thirsting / to learn those / he don't know / are his dead.
Whether it's the fireflies of a Louisiana summer caught in a mason jar (doomed by their collection), or his grandmother, Mama Annie, who latches the screen door when someone steps out for just a moment, all that makes up our flickering precarious joy, all that we want to protect, is lifted into the light in this moving book. Stones becomes an ode to Young's home places and his dear departed, and to what of them — of us — poetry can save.
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“These elegant, measured poems offer insight into the troubled moment through an exhumation of the past, while giving the reader plenty of depth and beauty to carry into the future.” Publishers Weekly (Starred Review)
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"Distilled meditations on the deep resonance of family and home….Evocations of church services, rain, sun, and the music of the dark entwine nature and human longing….For Young, words are stones; poems are cairns." Booklist
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"Young transforms memories, grief into beauty….We are lucky he allows us to travel with him into his past and glance over his shoulder." The Atlanta Journal-Constitution