An astonishing collection about interconnectednessbetween the human and nonhuman ancestors and ourselvesampamp8212from National Book Critics Circle Award winner National Book Award finalist and U.S. Poet Laureate Ada Limampamp243oacuten.I have always been too sensitive a weeper from a long line of weepers writes Limampamp243n. ampamp8220I am the hurting kind.ampamp8221 What does it mean to be the hurting kind To be sensitive not only to the worlds pain and joys but to the meanings that bend in the scrim between the natural world and the human world To divine the relationships between us all To perceive ourselves in other beingsampamp8212and to know that those beings are resolutely their own that they ampamp8220do not care to be seen as symbolsampamp8221With Limampamp243nampamp8217s remarkable ability to trace thought The Hurting Kind explores those questionsampamp8212incorporating othersampamp8217 stories and ways of knowing making surprising turns and always reaching a place of startling insight. These poems slip through the seasons teeming with horses and kingfishers and the gleaming eyes of fish. And they honor parents stepparents and grandparents the sacrifices made the separate lives lived the tendernesses extended to a hurting child the abundance in retrospect of having two families.Along the way we glimpse loss. There are flashes of the pandemic ghosts whose presence manifests in unexpected memories and the mysterious behavior of pets left behind. But The Hurting Kind is filled above all with connection and the delight of being in the world. ampamp8220Slippery and waddle thieving my tomatoes still green in the morningampamp8217s shadeampamp8221 writes Limampamp243n of a groundhog in her garden ampamp8220she is doing what she can to survive.ampamp8221