- Poetry, Free Verse
- Plot Summary
- A collection of memories, beautifully told in free verse
- Character Empathy
- Tender and immersive; his family is a main topic, and each poem made me feel like they were a part of me, just as they are a part of him.
- Tone: What’s it Like to Read This Book?
- Soothing like a lullaby. I could have finished this book in a day, but after a few poems I wanted to take a break and luxuriate in the impressions for a little while.
- Other Shiny Stuff
- At first I thought this was just a collection of lovely moments, and I was all right with this. Once I had begun the third section, though, I realized it had been telling me a story all along; one so personal and honest I felt oddly privileged to have been allowed to read it. I won’t spoil it here.
- Content Warnings
- Not applicable
- “It’s late. I’ve come to find the flower which blossoms like a saint dying upside down. The rose won’t do, nor the iris. I’ve come to find the moody one, the shy one, downcast, grave, and isolated.”
- “I was cold once. So my father took off his blue sweater. He wrapped me in it, and I never gave it back. It is the sweater he wore to America, this one, which I’ve grown into, whose sleeves are too long, whose elbows have thinned, who outlives its rightful owner. Flamboyant blue in daylight, poor blue by daylight, it is black in the folds.”
“Other wordsthat got me into trouble werefight and fright, wren and yarn.Fight was what I did when I was frightened,Fright was what I felt when I was fighting.Wrens are small, plain birds,yarn is what one knits with.Wrens are soft as yarn.My mother made birds out of yarn.I loved to watch her tie the stuff;a bird, a rabbit, a wee man.”