In his seventieth year, the award-winning poet looks back on what was and accepts what is, in a deeply moving and beautiful sequence about what sustains him. Beginning with My Friends Don't Get Buried, the lament of a delinquent mourner as his friends have begun to die, and ending with the plaintive note to self don't write elegies/anymore, Edward Hirsch takes us backward through the decades in these memory poems of startling immediacy...
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