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If grief is the willingness to be claimed by a story bigger than ourselves, Susan Musgrave writes, 'in that / tender wavering, I let grief in.' 'Writing about grief or tragedy is tricky. Hard to meet it at a heart-level without being effusive; hard to meet it at a brain-level without being cold. Hard not to make it about ourselves. Hard to meet it at a visceral level because it can take us out at the knees,' wrote author Carrie Mac, responding to the death of Musgrave's partner, Stephen Reid, in 2018. Following this traumatic loss, in September 2021 their daughter, Sophie, died of an accidental overdose after a twenty-year struggle with addiction. But to say this is a collection solely about grief would be to miss the whole nature of Musgrave's voice and sensibility. Wit is one counterpoint; the natural world is another. The poems share a landscape whose creatures, minutely observed, wild and tame - the winged ones most of all - dance attendance on the helplessness of our brief and my