![]() Stones becomes an ode to Young's home places and his dear departed, and to what of them-of us-poetry can save. Kevin Young is a poet who returns obsessively to familiar figures and settings. 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. Like heat he seeks them, / my son, thirsting / to learn those / he don't know / are his dead. We sleep long, / if not sound, Kevin Young writes early on in this exquisite gathering of poems. 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. Buy Stones by Kevin Young from a real book store. ![]() Mellon Director of the Smithsonian’s National Museum of African American History. 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. Kevin Young is the poetry editor of The New Yorker, where he hosts the Poetry Podcast. ![]() 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). ![]()
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