Wow, he’s great. I’m too tired to elaborate on that thought, but here’s an excerpt from one of his poems that just hit me in the face. It’s from “Scarecrow on Fire”
Maybe poems are made of breath, the way water,
cajoled to boil, says, This is my soul, freed.
Dean Young is one of my favorite poets!
If you like Dean Young, you should check out Matthew Zapruder. He’s one of my favorites and he seems similar to Young to me