‘State Bird’ by Ada Limón

I went looking for Ada Limón. I was feeling rough-hewn and desiccated by the slide of spring into hot summer, by the rough edges of talk and politics. I wanted a poem like ‘State Bird’ where my own vague frustrations might find precise articulation and elegance. Where I could follow the tortured route of discomfit and discontent into an upswell of hope and tender human connection. It’s rough and we’re suffering, but we’re also together and worth-it-all. Ada Limón’s poem is what we need right now.

The New Yorker