I'm always talking about how the poems I am most obsessed with are like people: complex and unknowable and with a huge… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
Precise, graceful, and generous, the poems in SuperLoop, seem to be born out of a deep, careful attention and a profound compassion. Sometimes the… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“My mother was born on Valentine’s Day and because of that, I have oddly always loved Valentine’s Day. I have friends who absolutely hate… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
Language can also be play and music and beauty and desire and grief and rage and truth without always having to be message-driven or… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
I have been writing. Even when I intend not to write, I find myself writing. I'm currently in a place where I should be… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
I think, as poets, we are in the odd position of constantly defending our art form. Which is funny and also sort of invigorating,… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“I denied it, this new land. But love, I’ll concede this: whatever state you are, I’ll be that state’s bird, the loud, obvious blur… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“Think crucial hanging. Think crayon orange. There is one low, leaning heart-shaped globe left and dearest, can you tell, I am trying to love… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
There's so much rage in the world now and I'm finding poems to be the place where I want to stay. I rage and… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be a hummingbird. It made sense to long for rapid wings and the ability to hover always— to be Huitzilopochtli taming… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“Now, there's a twisty summer storm outside, and I desire nothing but this storm to come. The calm voice on the TV tells us… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“I am not obsessing. I am just sitting here perforating this post-it with a push-pin.” — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“Life is like that. You think you’re just slogging along and then something reminds you that just getting up in the morning and choosing… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
