{"product_id":"book-ewe9","title":"Stones","description":"\u003cb\u003eA book of loss, looking back, and what binds us to life, by a towering poetic talent, called \"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\u003ebecomes an ode to Young's home places and his dear departed, and to what of them—of us—poetry can save.","brand":"Penguin Random House","offers":[{"title":"Audiobook","offer_id":49326141833520,"sku":"BDewe9","price":7.5,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0879\/2784\/9264\/files\/538093-ewe9-Square.jpg?v=1733609011","url":"https:\/\/downpour.com\/products\/book-ewe9","provider":"Downpour","version":"1.0","type":"link"}