The Quick of It: Poems

we have to be at home here no matter what no matter what the shivering belly says or the dry-salted larynx no matter the frantic pulse no matter what happens

—from "[because the body stops here . . . ]"

The poems in Eamon Grennan's The Quick of It—each one without title and compacted into ten taut lines—are rendered with exquisite detail and reverence for the everyday elements of weather, landsca...