Unfortunately I didn't care for this collection of poetry, I didn't connect with any of the poems.
from After Learning That a Distant Friend is Dying: "This tall house shudders in the weather, / where, all day, / I am lost and pacing for you. // In the window, tight buds of maples / toss and redden against the day's grisaille. / I won't pretend renewal in nature is a promise."
from During Grief: "The morning when it was almost spring / ached dull and infected, / though ordinary light / was only light."