We are all the loves we ever lost.
I can’t for the life of me remember how this wound up on my hold list at the library, but there must have been some reason. The poems in this book span ten years, themes of jazz, WWII internment camps, and banalities set in several distinct locales around the US. A bit disappointing that my favorite poem was the ﬁrst one, “Plucking Out a Rhythm,” but there are moments of ﬁnesse throughout.
This was the ﬁrst volume of poetry by an Asian-American to be published by a major publisher.