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vadersolstavlan's review
3.0
It's tired of hearing that everything
worked out, didn't it? Tired of hearing
the mother loved the child. So much.
Everyone says so. Everyone who knows
that, on an April weekend, the mother
left me, the child, in her very first bedroom
whose door opened--while the child slept--
to a grandfather's outline. Don't think
this poem wants to stay in that bedroom.
It wants to swaddle the impossible
contours of joy. It's tired of hearing
joy is possible. It wants joy.
tadasborne's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
sad
medium-paced
5.0
Ultimately, this is a beautiful book about love and what it means to carry on in the face of grief.