A review by selitbox
The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón

4.0

“There is a knocking in the blood that is used to absence but hates this part the most. The sudden buried hope of illusion.”

“I am reminded of the righteousness I had before the scorch of time”

 

Limón’s sixth collection hums with the pictures of life it presents, rich in natural imagery and appropriately ordered seasonal energies. In pursuing freedom from the bonds of suffering and convention, her poems explore connections and parallels with the lives of family and animals, their freedoms and their shackles. Limón proves that there can never be too many poems about grandparents, dogs, trees and horses in a collection rich with sentiment and life.