"In the night I brush / my teeth with a razor," he tells us, in one of the collection's piercing two-line poems. Ī decade after the sudden and tragic loss of his father, we witness the unfolding of grief. Capturing the strange silence of bereavement ("Not the storm / but the calm / that slays me"), Kevin Young acknowledges, even celebrates, life's passages, his loss transformed and tempered in a sequence about the birth of his son: in "Crowning," he delivers what is surely one of the most powerful birth poems written by a.
A decade after the sudden and tragic loss of his father, we witness the unfolding of grief.
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