This is beautiful collection of poems by Charles Wright.
As noted by Publisher’s Weekly, “Wright’s power lies less in whole poems than in lines within them.”
Indeed. From “Under the Nine Trees in January’:
Last night’s stars and last night’s winds
Are west of the mountains now, east of the river.
Here, under the branches of nine trees, how small the world seems.
Should we lament, in winter, our shadow’s solitude,
Our names spelled out like snow flakes?
Where is it written, the season’s decrease diminishes me?
Negative Blue, Charles Wright, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2014.