News at Eleven: . . . I sat there

for over an hour closing the wound so that each edge
met its opposing match. I wanted him
to be beautiful again.

The poem takes a striking turn at the end, a turn that hints at the kind of hard insight [C. Dale] Young surely has access to through his medical work. You can't help wishing for more of that--and for more of the friction between religion and erotic longing that you find in a poem like "Nature."

from The New York Times: Poetry Chronicle

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