Book of Hours, by Kevin Young

The sudden death of a parent and years of smoldering grief that follow, the breathless anticipation of the birth of a child and years of awkward wonder that follow—these experiences are among the subjects of an attractive book of poems by an award-winning poet. Many of these poems were written out of moments when his nerves were frayed and confidence shaken. “Pietá” begins “I hunted heaven / for him. / No dice” and ends “Father, / find me when / you want. I’ll wait.” There are poems titled “Pilgrimage