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Though the spare, intensely focused lyrics of Wiman's fourth collection (after Stolen Air) often spring from the pain "latent/ in the very grain/ of being," they achieve a spiritual clarity and acceptance all too rare in American poetry. Memories of a West Texas childhood ("my hard horizonless country")—like the life-threatening cancer explored in Wiman's earlier outing (2010's Every Riven Thing...Log In or Sign Up to Read More