6/28/2023 0 Comments Kevin young stones![]() ![]() Stones becomes an ode to Young's home places and his dear departed, and to what of them - of us - poetry can save. 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. He has more than a dozen books in his name, including a new collection out today called 'Stones.' It's about memory and loss, his deep ties to the South and how he stays connected to the past. Poem copyright ©2020 by Kevin Young, Tonsure, from Virginia Quarterly Review, Spring 2020. 'Like heat he seeks them, / my son, thirsting / to learn those / he don't know / are his dead.' Published Septemat 4:08 AM CDT Listen 7:08 A MARTINEZ, HOST: Kevin Young is always writing poems. '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. ![]() A book of loss, looking back at what binds us to life, by a towering poetic talent: "one of the poetry stars of his generation" - Los Angeles Times ![]()
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