
" 'Without beauty, death seems so close', writes Lilace Mellin Guignard in her chapbook, Young At the Time of Letting Go. Having let go of both her mother, who was diagnosed with breast cancer while the poet was in her teens, and her father, who died shortly before the death of his wife, Guignard has witnessed, and given powerful voice to, the gradual diminishment that cancer, not to mention death itself, brings. And yet, these losses continue to re-awaken her poet's passion for beauty, the sheer, utter necessity of it. 'Now twice that age, I'm over the horror of being sixteen/and seeing my mother lose her hair', she begins, in one of her most memorable poems, her language deftly threading its way through the sorrows that could have left her tongue frozen to the cold latch of grief. We follow her words, their urgency and precision, as she navigates her journey through grief, coming at last to the realization that 'What matters is ... sun that seeps past hurt. Only through living can we begin to save another.' " Kathryn Stripling Byer, author of Wildwood Flower and Descent

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