In this remarkable new collection, her first in over a decade, Rose Styron confronts the death of her husband step by step in jewel-like poems. Seldom has a poet been so attuned to the ways in which, under the pressure of grief, time both opens and shuts letting us into its minutes, shutting us out of its years. The instant, clock time, the half-hour, the day, the anniversary, sacred time, secular time, calendar time all are opened up by love, loss,...