<p><b>Winner of both the T. S. Eliot Prize and the Forward Prize, <i>Black Cat Bone</i> is the first American publication of the poetry of John Burnside</b><br><b></b><br><i>Before the songs I sang there were the songs</i><br><i><br>they came from, patent shreds</i><br><i><br>of Babel, and the secret</i><br><i><br>Nineveh of back rooms in the dark.</i><br><i><br></i><br><i><br>Hour after hour</i><br><i><br>the night trains blundered through</i><br><i><br>from towns so far away and innocent</i><br><i><br>that everything I knew seemed fictional:</i><br><i></i>-from &quot;Death Room Blues&quot;</p><p>John Burnside's <i>Black Cat Bone</i> is full of poems of thwarted love and disappointment, raw desire, the stalking beast. One sequence tells of an obsessive lover coming to grief in echoes of the old murder ballads, and another longer poem describes a hunter losing himself in the woods while pursuing an unknown and possibly unknowable quarry.<i> Black Cat Bone</i> introduces American readers to one of the best poets writing across the Atlantic.</p>