{"product_id":"stones","title":"Stones","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e**SHORTLISTED FOR THE T.S. ELIOT PRIZE 2021**\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA book of loss, looking back, and what binds us to life, by a towering poetic talent, ''one of the poetry stars of his generation'' (\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times\u003c\/i\u003e).\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e''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.'' \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhether 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. \u003ci\u003eStones\u003c\/i\u003e becomes an ode to Young''s home places and his dear departed, and to what of them - of us - poetry can save.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"MediaPlace","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57314235646334,"sku":"NW9781787333758","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0817\/1379\/1261\/files\/9781787333758.jpg?v=1778593892","url":"https:\/\/mediaplace.com\/en-usa\/products\/stones","provider":"MediaPlace","version":"1.0","type":"link"}