<p><b>John Burnside''s remarkable book is full of strange, unnerving poems that hang in the memory like a myth or a song.</b><br><br>These are poems of thwarted love and disappointment, of raw desire, of the stalking beast, ''eye-teeth/and muzzle/coated with blood''; poems that recognise ''we have too much to gain from the gods, and this is why/they fail to love us''; poems that tell of an obsessive lover coming to grief in a sequence that echoes the old murder ballads, or of a hunter losing himself in the woods while pursuing an unknown and possibly unknowable quarry.<br><br>Drawing on sources as various as the paintings of Pieter Brueghel and the lyrics of Delta blues, <i>Black Cat Bone</i> examines varieties of love, faith, hope and illusion, to suggest an unusual possibility: that when the search for what we expected to find - in the forest or in our own hearts - ends in failure, we can now begin the hard and disciplined quest for what is actually there.<br><br><b>¿The unmistakeabl