Whatever little I understand of poetry, I know from the first sentence of the first stanza of the first poem that this is beautiful. It is about grief, nostalgia, the opposite of nostalgia, need, drugs, recovery, but most of all, it is about love lost and tragedy. So many snippets of different scenes of the world can be seen in the corners of these poems, all mixed together with vulnerable moments of people in the poet’s life and head. If you read the sentences, you’re filled with a strange sense of sadness - almost bittersweet, because every tragic rendition is also visceral and beautiful, so lovely you have to stop reading and gather your wits. If words are currency for a poet, Jeet Thayil is very rich - and very beautiful.