The Hurting Kind
By Ada Limón
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- Author is a highly acclaimed poet whose last collection of poems The Carrying won the National Book Critics Circle Award, was a finalist for the PEN/Jean Stein Book Award and was named an ALA Notable Book of 2018
- Author was appointed the new host of the daily poetry podcast The Slowdown, taking over from former U.S. Poet Laureate Tracy K Smith
- Author's previous collection Bright Dead Things was a finalist for the National Book Award, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and the Kingsley Tufts Award
- Author's last collection The Carrying was widely reviewed by the New York Times, the Washington Post, O, the Oprah Magazine, the Guardian, and NPR, among other prominent publications, and was praised by bestselling authors Tracy K Smith and Roxane Gay
- Author's last collection The Carrying has sold almost 20K copies in hardcover and paperback
- We expect major blurbs and major press, with a two-page profile already seeded in Publishers Weekly and early coverage in the New Yorker, CNN, Lit Hub, and Books Are Magic
- The book's engagement with pain, family, the natural world, generational trauma, grief, and hope will invite a wide readership and provide opportunities for rich coverage
- Author worked as a bookseller at Readers' Books in Sonoma, CA, and is deeply engaged in the independent bookselling community
- Preorder coop available to indie accounts (order 5+, get $25)
Ada Limón
Ada Limón is the twenty-fourth U.S. Poet Laureate as well as the author of The Hurting Kind and five other collections of poems. These include, most recently, The Carrying, which won the National Book Critics Circle Award and was named a finalist for the PEN/Jean Stein Book Award, and Bright Dead Things, which was named a finalist for the National Book Award, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and the Kingsley Tufts Award. Limón is a recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, and her work has appeared in the New Yorker, the New York Times, and American Poetry Review, among others. Born and raised in California, she now lives in Lexington, Kentucky.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The book had a few poems that I thought were good.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I absolutely loved it. These poems in some way or another made me feel some type of emtion and I love that about good poetry.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Ada Limon as always, paints a beautiful raw, emotional world with words. She always makes me feel, and think, and remember something from my life experiences. Amazing, always so darkly and beautiful!! Thank you Ada❣️
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Ada Limón is the poet I needed. The one that made me fall in love with poetry which is another way of saying life.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Every poem is perfect, not a word out of place. The best, the best, the best.
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The Hurting Kind - Ada Limón
1.
SPRING
GIVE ME THIS
I thought it was the neighbor’s cat, back
to clean the clock of the fledgling robins low
in their nest stuck in the dense hedge by the house,
but what came was much stranger, a liquidity
moving, all muscle and bristle: a groundhog
slippery and waddle-thieving my tomatoes, still
green in the morning’s shade. I watched her
munch and stand on her haunches, taking such
pleasure in the watery bites. Why am I not allowed
delight? A stranger writes to request my thoughts
on suffering. Barbed wire pulled out of the mouth,
as if demanding that I kneel to the trap of coiled
spikes used in warfare and fencing. Instead,
I watch the groundhog more closely and a sound escapes
me, a small spasm of joy I did not imagine
when I woke. She is a funny creature and earnest,
and she is doing what she can to survive.
DROWNING CREEK
Past the strip malls and the power plants,
out of the holler, past Gun Bottom Road
and Brassfield and before Red Lick Creek,
there’s a stream called Drowning Creek where
I saw the prettiest bird I’d seen all year,
the belted kingfisher, crested in its Aegean
blue plumage, perched not on a high snag
but on a transmission wire, eyeing the creek
for crayfish, tadpoles, and minnows. We were
driving fast toward home and already our minds
were pulled taut like a high black wire latched
to a utility pole. I wanted to stop, stop the car
to take a closer look at the solitary, stocky water
bird with its blue crown and its blue chest
and its uncommonness. But already we were
a blur and miles beyond the flying fisher
by the time I had realized what I’d witnessed.
People were nothing to that bird, hovering over
the creek. I was nothing to that bird, which wasn’t
concerned with history’s bloody battles or why
this creek was called Drowning Creek, a name
I love though it gives me shivers, because
it sounds like an order, a place where one
goes to drown. The bird doesn’t call the creek
that name. The bird doesn’t call it anything.
I’m almost certain, though I am certain
of nothing. There is a solitude in this world
I cannot pierce. I would die for it.
SWEAR ON IT
Loosen the thin threads
spooling in the rafters
invisible nests in night’s
green offerings, divide
and then divide again.
American linden looming
over the streetlights, so
much taller is the tree,
so much taller is the tree.
SANCTUARY
Suppose it’s easy to slip
into another’s green skin,
bury yourself in leaves
and wait for a breaking,
a breaking open, a breaking
out. I have, before, been
tricked into believing
I could be both an I
and the world. The great eye
of the world is both gaze
and gloss. To be swallowed
by being seen. A dream.
To be made whole
by being not a witness,
but witnessed.
INVASIVE
What’s the thin break
inescapable, a sudden thud
on the porch, a phone
vibrating with panic on the night
stand? Bury the broken thinking
in the backyard with the herbs. One
last time, I attempt to snuff out
the fig buttercup, the lesser celandine,
invasive and spreading down
the drainage ditch I call a creek
for a minor pleasure. I can
do nothing. I take the soil in
my clean fingers and to say
I weep is untrue, weep is too
musical a word. I heave
into the soil. You cannot die.
I just came to this life
again, alive in my silent way.
Last night I dreamt I could
only save one person by saying
their name and the exact
time and date. I choose you.
I am trying to kill the fig buttercup
the way I’m supposed to according
to the government website,
but right now there’s a bee on it.
Yellow on yellow, two things
radiating life. I need them both
to go on living.
A GOOD STORY
Some days—dishes piled in the sink, books littering the coffee table—
are harder than others. Today,