![]() Stones becomes an ode to Young's home places and his dear departed, and to what of them-of us-poetry can save"- Member ofĪssigning source Provided by publisher Cataloging source DLC 1970- Young, Kevin Dewey number 811/.54 Index no index present LC call number PS3575. "Like heat he seeks them, / my son, thirsting / to learn those / he don't know / are his dead." Whether it's the Louisiana summer's fireflies 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 comprises our flickering precarious joy, all that we want to protect, is lifted into the light in this moving book. "We sleep long, / if not sound," 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. ![]() Language eng Summary "A book of elegy, loss, and what binds us to life, by a towering poetic talent. ![]() ![]() Label Stones : poems Title Stones Title remainder poems Statement of responsibility Kevin Young Creator 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). Stones becomes an ode to Young’s home places and his dear departed, and to what of themof uspoetry can save. ![]()
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