Summer felt like that breath of fresh, warm air. A heart to heart. Seeing myself in others, feeling like those authors, those poets, saw me through their eyes and the hands that wrote. My favorites in the season of summer include: Cento for the Night I Said “I Love You” by Nicole Sealey; Tired Of Love Poems by Megan Fernandes; Think of Others by Mahmoud Darwish; and Phases of the Moon / Things I Have Done by Ella Frears.
Autumn felt like that cool whisper of a breeze bringing that beginning before winter, that cardinal shift of the seasons. A child born of autumn myself, I felt at home in these. The autumn poems that spoke to me: Against Nostalgia by Ada Limón; The Wind Did What the Wind Came to Do by Luther Hughes; I love you to the moon & by Chen Chen; and [We Mention the Cat] by CAConrad.
Winter, a season of short days, of less light. Winter holds me steady like the grief and the love and the loss depicted in these poems. So many hit me in the home of my heart, in a way that hurt, a hurt that belongs to humanity. If I didn’t feel that pain and grief, then would I be human? Those that especially spoke to me include: There You Are by Victoria Adukwei Bulley; Watching My Friend Pretend Her Heart Is Not Breaking by Rosemerry Wahtola Trimmer; Author’s Prayer by Ilya Kaminsky; The Years by Alex Dimitrov; and Maybe in Another Life by Tiana Clark.
Spring was that accumulation of all that came before, that fresh air, the whispered breeze, and the grief and love and loss that came from those prior seasons. It almost hurt when I came to the last poem. It shocked me to my core; suddenly, this anthology was over. The summer poems that spoke to me especially were: [I want to wake up] by Bhanu Kapil; I Am the Horse by Dorothea Lasky; Truth is I would like to escape myself by Nour Al Ghraowi; and No Romance by Jacqueline Suskin.
I felt this collection was well-organized, the poems collected under each season fitting an overarching theme within the seasons as well as an overarching theme existing between them: that there is love and beauty to be found even in a broken, aching world, such as the one we are in. Poetry like this holds our hearts steady amidst such grief.
Big big thanks to the publisher, Atria Books, through NetGalley for providing the e-ARC for me to read. I am very grateful for the opportunity to have read such beautiful work.