Heavy, but sooo good. A series of poems written while his wife, Jane Kenyon, was dying, and then a series of poems that are letters to her, written throughout the year after her death. "...The year of days / without you and your body swept by / as quick as an afternoon; / but each afternoon took a year."
My favorite was "Air Shatters in the Car's Small Room", but there really aren't any missteps here. Tough, moving, beautiful.