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Stones
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- Nombre de pages112
- FormatePub
- ISBN978-1-4735-9810-2
- EAN9781473598102
- Date de parution18/11/2021
- Protection num.Adobe DRM
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurVintage Digital
Résumé
**SHORTLISTED FOR THE T. S. ELIOT PRIZE 2021**A book of loss, looking back, and what binds us to life, by a towering poetic talent, '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.
'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.









