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4.28 AVERAGE
4.28 AVERAGE
When this was good, it was really good! I didn't love poems that had huge concepts as the title (e.g., "Forgiveness") because, to my naïve reader's mind they seemed quite pretentious. But!! Again!! I liked a lot of these poems, and shared many while I was reading. I liked the ones with birds and tree trunks the most. And, "The Hurting Kind" poem, itself, was so lovely.
Steve and I saw Ada Limon read for Emory sometime in the last month. She was sensational. Her voice was sweet, laced with pain, and joy. I knew I had to get this book as soon as we left (but the lines for Barnes and Nobles were too long). She does a great job at sharing the power of poetry— it makes me want to write poems with hope and touch and birds and kneeling before something in nature that is witnessing my life. I want to be loved. I want to know that I deserve to be loved, by others and myself. This poetry book was exactly what I needed today, on a cloudy Saturday afternoon. Isn’t that all I can ask for?
Not my favorite collection of her work. Standouts are drowning creek, banished wonders, and the end of poetry.
These beautiful and brilliant poems explore the interconnected threads of humanity, nature, and time. Organized by seasons, this collection explores pain and loss through reflections on tiny beautiful moments. Limón's poetry is unique and unforgettable, and this is a great place to start for readers unfamiliar with her work.
emotional
funny
reflective
fast-paced
dark
emotional
hopeful
reflective
medium-paced
The kind of poetry that breaks your heart and makes you download a bird call identification app
I wasn't the biggest fan of this book when I started it, but it grew on me. It is broken up into 4 parts: sprint, summer, fall & winter; I liked the poems in the last 2 parts the most.
AND, TOO, THE FOX
Comes with its streak of red
flashing across the lawn, squirrel
bound and bouncing almost
as if it were effortless to hunt,
food being an afterthought or
just a little boring. He doesn’t
say a word. Just uses those four
black feet to silently go about
his work, which doesn’t seem
like work at all but play. Fox
lives on the edges, pieces together
a living out of leftovers and lazy
rodents too slow for the telephone
pole. He takes only what he needs
and lives a life that some might
call small, has a few friends, likes
the grass when it’s soft and green,
never cares how long you watch,
never cares what you need
when you’re watching, never cares
what you do once he is gone.
Comes with its streak of red
flashing across the lawn, squirrel
bound and bouncing almost
as if it were effortless to hunt,
food being an afterthought or
just a little boring. He doesn’t
say a word. Just uses those four
black feet to silently go about
his work, which doesn’t seem
like work at all but play. Fox
lives on the edges, pieces together
a living out of leftovers and lazy
rodents too slow for the telephone
pole. He takes only what he needs
and lives a life that some might
call small, has a few friends, likes
the grass when it’s soft and green,
never cares how long you watch,
never cares what you need
when you’re watching, never cares
what you do once he is gone.
dark
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
medium-paced