Ukraine intended to kill President Vladimir Putin with American help, Russian authorities say. Through the grainy eye of a surveillance camera, a drone descends toward the heart of the Kremlin and explodes. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.The video is spectacular, and the event was surely intended to be so. Young s frank music speaks directly to the reader in these elemental poems, reminding us that the right words can both comfort us and enlarge our understanding of life s mysteries.
Ending this book of both birth and grief, the gorgeous title sequence brings acceptance, asking What good/are wishes if they aren t / used up? while understanding How to listen / to what s gone. 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 man, describing her face / full of fire, then groaning your face / out like a flower, blood-bloom,/ crocused into air. In the night I brush / my teeth with a razor, he tells us, in one of the collection s piercing two-line poems. A decade after the sudden and tragic loss of his father, we witness the unfolding of grief. "About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.īook Description Paperback.
"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. 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 man, describing “her face / full of fire, then groaning your face / out like a flower, blood-bloom,/ crocused into air.” Ending this book of both birth and grief, the gorgeous title sequence brings acceptance, asking “What good/are wishes if they aren’t / used up?” while understanding “How to listen / to what’s gone.” Young’s frank music speaks directly to the reader in these elemental poems, reminding us that the right words can both comfort us and enlarge our understanding of life’s mysteries. “In the night I brush / my teeth with a razor,” he tells us, in one of the collection’s piercing two-line poems.
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