Stranger by Night

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 ...