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    Sharks in the Rivers
    Sharks in the Rivers
    Sharks in the Rivers
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    Sharks in the Rivers

    By Ada Limón

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    “A wonderful book” from the National Book Award for Poetry finalist that explores themes of dislocation and danger (Bob Hicok, author of Red Rover, Red Rover).

    The speaker in this extraordinary collection finds herself dislocated: from her childhood in California, from her family’s roots in Mexico, from a dying parent, from her prior self. The world is always in motion—both toward and away from us—and it is also full of risk: from sharks unexpectedly lurking beneath estuarial rivers to the dangers of New York City, where, as Ada Limón reminds us, even rats find themselves trapped by the garbage cans they’ve crawled into.

    In such a world, how should one proceed? Throughout Sharks in the Rivers, Limón suggests that we must cleave to the world as it “keep[s] opening before us,” for, if we pay attention, we can be one with its complex, ephemeral, and beautiful strangeness. Loss is perpetual, and each person’s mouth “is the same / mouth as everyone’s, all trying to say the same thing.” For Limón, it’s the saying—individual and collective—that transforms each of us into “a wound overcome by wonder,” that allows “the wind itself” to be our “own wild whisper.”

    “Through the steamy, thorny undergrowth, up through the cold concrete, under the swift river, Limon soars and twirls like a bird, high on heart.” —Jennifer L. Knox, author of Crushing It
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    Release dateJul 1, 2010
    ISBN9781571318183
    Sharks in the Rivers
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    Ada Limón

    Ada Limón is the author of The Hurting Kind, as well as 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. She is the former host of American Public Media’s weekday poetry podcast The Slowdown. She now resides in California where she was born and raised.

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      Sharks in the Rivers - Ada Limón

      1.

      Oh, I used to dream of oceans and streams,

      flowing and growing strong.

      Where have all those days gone?

      —The Black Keys

      Sharks in the Rivers

      We’ll say unbelievable things

      to each other in the early morning—

      our blue coming up from our roots,

      our water rising in our extraordinary limbs.

      All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles

      and ghosts of men, and spirits

      behind those birds of flame.

      I cannot tell anymore when a door opens or closes,

      I can only hear the frame saying, Walk through.

      It is a short walkway—

      into another bedroom.

      Consider the handle. Consider the key.

      I say to a friend, how scared I am of sharks.

      How I thought I saw them in the creek

      across from my street.

      I once watched for them, holding a bundle

      of rattlesnake grass in my hand,

      shaking like a weak-leaf girl.

      She sends me an article from a recent National Geographic that says,

      Sharks bite fewer people each year than

      New Yorkers do, according to Health Department records.

      Then she sends me on my way. Into the City of Sharks.

      Through another doorway, I walk to the East River saying,

      Sharks are people too.

      Sharks are people too.

      Sharks are people too.

      I write all the things I need on the bottom

      of my tennis shoes. I say, Let’s walk together.

      The sun behind me is like a fire.

      Tiny flames in the river’s ripples.

      I say something to God, but he’s not a living thing,

      so I say it to the river, I say,

      I want to walk through this doorway

      but without all those ghosts on the edge,

      I want them to stay here.

      I want them to go on without me.

      I want them to burn in the water.

      Flood Coming

      The pulled-apart world scatters

      its bad news like a brush fire,

      the ink bleeds out the day’s undoing

      and here we are again: alive.

      The tributary of this riverine dark

      widens into the mind’s brief break.

      Let the flood come, the rowdy water

      beasts are knocking now and now.

      What’s left of the woods is closing in.

      Don’t run. Open your mouth big

      to the rising and hope to your god

      your good heart knows how to swim.

      The Widening Road

      All winter the road has been paved in rain,

      holding its form as if made of its own direction.

      We have a lot of these days. Or not.

      A woman in a car staring out, her hands going numb.

      When did the world begin to push us so quickly?

      A blue jay flies low over her into the madrones.

      She can still see it—its bright movements rocking a branch—

      surely delighted that it matches the sky.

      The honest clouds.

      A tenderness grows like a fluttering in her hand.

      She wants to hold it in her arms but not pin it down,

      the way the tree holds the jay generously

      in its willful branches. The spring is blowing

      through her, pulling the dead debris free from her limbs.

      She cannot decide what she desires, but today it is enough

      that she desires

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