{"product_id":"a-little-daylight-left-isbn-9780593733707","title":"A Little Daylight Left","description":"\u003cb\u003e“[A] vulnerable collection about facing the good, the bad and the ugly of our humanity with grace and curiosity.”—\u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e (New Must-Read Poetry)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“This is a book that will make you feel simultaneously alive and less alone.”—Hanif Abdurraqib, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThere’s Always This Year\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom somewhere down a hallway of locked doors, a voice asks \/ What if you aren’t as bad as you suspect you are? \/ What if you’ll never be as good as you ache?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLauded poet Sarah Kay brings us her long-awaited second full-length collection, a decade after her acclaimed debut \u003ci\u003eNo Matter the Wreckage\u003c\/i\u003e. In \u003ci\u003eA Little Daylight Left, \u003c\/i\u003eKay explores life’s most vulnerable moments of transition with courage, curiosity, joy \u0026amp; humor. Each poem invites readers to consider what it might look like to boldly face the hard things we so often run from—a heartbreak, an ailing loved one, the fear that comes with new beginnings \u0026amp; uncertain futures—\u0026amp; to celebrate what we hold dear. The result is a blueprint for discovering beauty in all that makes us human. With her signature wit \u0026amp; wisdom, Kay shows us how to navigate life bravely, with every single part of ourselves.“This is a book that will make you feel simultaneously alive and less alone.”\u003cb\u003e—Hanif Abdurraqib, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThere’s Always This Year\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[A] vulnerable collection about facing the good, the bad and the ugly of our humanity with grace and curiosity.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—USA Today\u003c\/i\u003e, “New Must-Read Poetry from Joy Harjo, Ada Limón, Tracy K. Smith and more”\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“As a celebrated spoken word poet, Sarah Kay is a writer particularly attentive to how poetry sounds aloud. Reading her work on the page, you can hear how effectively she imbues conversation with the elixir of melody. In her new collection, \u003ci\u003eA Little Daylight Left\u003c\/i\u003e, I love the way her poems create the illusion of accessibility—the sense that she’s just describing something ordinary, until that gives way to the realization that she’s plotted another ambush of insight.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post \u003c\/i\u003eBook Club\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I have been anxiously awaiting Sarah Kay’s next book of poetry for years, and my god was it worth the wait. The poems in \u003ci\u003eA Little Daylight Left\u003c\/i\u003e beautifully excavate the expansive emotional landscape of family, friendship, love, and memory. They revel in gratitude and refuse to turn away from despair. These poems remind me what it is to be human. They remind me why Sarah Kay is one of my favorite writers.”\u003cb\u003e—Clint Smith, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eHow the Word Is Passed\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eA Little Daylight Left \u003c\/i\u003eis an instance of wisdom and soul rising to meet the urgency of its world. Sarah Kay’s poems are conscious that they will be read by people with minds just as complex as her own. . . . There’s no condescension, no sneering or smug back-patting to be found. There’s just Kay’s often hilarious, always shattering clarities—a big, brilliant mind tethered to a big, brilliant heart.”\u003cb\u003e—Kaveh Akbar,\u003ci\u003e New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of\u003ci\u003e Martyr!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e“A Little Daylight Left \u003c\/i\u003eis made up of the kinds of poems you should share, memorize, and use as a beacon to guide yourself back to your boldest and most wonder-full you. A joy to read.”\u003cb\u003e—Elizabeth Acevedo, National Book Award‒winning author of \u003ci\u003eFamily Lore\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Within the pages of \u003ci\u003eA Little Daylight Left, \u003c\/i\u003eSarah Kay carries the poetic tradition of discovery and recovery. She is a prized memory keeper, offering readers a compass at the intersection of who you are and who you are brave enough to become. These poems are the homecoming you didn’t realize you needed.”\u003cb\u003e—Mahogany L. Browne, author of \u003ci\u003eChrome Valley\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Poet and spoken-word artist Sarah Kay’s \u003ci\u003eA Little Daylight Left\u003c\/i\u003e is an accessible collection that invites readers—even those new to poetry—to fall in love with the form. . . . Kay’s poems are meant to be heard, singing off the page and asserting their songs through stylistic choices. . . . \u003ci\u003eA Little Daylight Left\u003c\/i\u003e is a truth teller’s song, enchanting and honest.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness,\u003c\/i\u003e starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eSarah Kay\u003c\/b\u003e is a writer, performer \u0026amp; educator from New York City. She is the author of four other books of poetry: \u003ci\u003eB, No Matter the Wreckage, The Type \u003c\/i\u003e\u0026amp; \u003ci\u003eAll Our Wild Wonder\u003c\/i\u003e. Kay is the founder \u0026amp; co-director of Project VOICE, an organization that uses poetry to entertain, educate \u0026amp; empower students \u0026amp; educators in classrooms \u0026amp; communities worldwide.\u003cb\u003eOde to the Two Girls in the Outfield of the Tee Ball Game\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSomewhere nearby a ball\u003cbr\u003eis hurtling through the air\u003cbr\u003eor tumbling towards the pitcher’s mound,\u003cbr\u003ean orchestra of parents erupting into the spring breeze,\u003cbr\u003ebut we don’t know anything about that.\u003cbr\u003eWe have forgotten the game entirely,\u003cbr\u003ehave forgotten that technically,\u003cbr\u003esomebody is supposed\u003cbr\u003eto be \u003ci\u003eleft field\u003c\/i\u003e \u0026amp; someone \u003ci\u003eright\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003cbr\u003ethat we were given instructions\u003cbr\u003eabout looking skyward,\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; keeping our gloves poised \u0026amp; ready—\u003cbr\u003ewe have forgotten the gloves. Have abandoned them,\u003cbr\u003eour fingers interlaced or braiding blades of grass,\u003cbr\u003ethere is no left or right here. Just field.\u003cbr\u003eJust butterflies \u0026amp; bees, the soft hum one of us offers\u003cbr\u003eof a song we might or might not know.\u003cbr\u003eOne of us has a tooth we can wiggle.\u003cbr\u003eOne of us puts on our glove as a hat.\u003cbr\u003eWe are making wishes on eyelashes \u0026amp; pinky promises.\u003cbr\u003eSomewhere there are girls who keep their eye on the ball.\u003cbr\u003eSomewhere boys who grab for a wrist\u003cbr\u003ewhen a girl rounds the base for home.\u003cbr\u003eOut here there are only dandelions.\u003cbr\u003eI am wearing the same jersey as you\u003cbr\u003ebut mine has a different number\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; yours is backwards,\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; that is enough to make us laugh.\u003cbr\u003eWe laugh \u0026amp; laugh \u0026amp; laugh\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; a planet blooms in our laughter.\u003cbr\u003eOur planet is open for business.\u003cbr\u003eBusiness is trading sunshine for freckles\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; business is booming.\u003cbr\u003eThe sky is laughing.\u003cbr\u003eThe sky has forgotten the game entirely.\u003cbr\u003eSomewhere somebody is winning \u0026amp; somebody is losing\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; they are wearing the same jerseys as we are but\u003cbr\u003ethey have forgotten the point entirely.\u003cbr\u003eSoon\u003cbr\u003esomeone will call our names\u003cbr\u003esomeone will summon us back to earth\u003cbr\u003esomeone will grab our wrists \u0026amp; remind us of the rules\u003cbr\u003ebut not yet.\u003cbr\u003eNot before we have named every cloud,\u003cbr\u003ecompared every freckle,\u003cbr\u003eserenaded every bee.\u003cbr\u003eTeach me how to cartwheel like you.\u003cbr\u003ePress your body into the grass beside me,\u003cbr\u003eI want to be able to see where we once were.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRaccoon\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am too young \u0026amp; too New York City\u003cbr\u003eto know\u003cbr\u003ethat this is a raccoon\u003cbr\u003estaring back at me\u003cbr\u003ethrough the sliding glass door of my uncle’s cabin.\u003cbr\u003eIt could just as easily be a cat\u003cbr\u003ewho has not gotten enough sleep lately,\u003cbr\u003eor a cat who got popped one in the nose\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; earned himself two shiners,\u003cbr\u003ewhich might be what he earns again\u003cbr\u003eif he keeps digging through the trash cans on the porch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am too young \u0026amp; too alone in the den\u003cbr\u003eto know not to slide open the glass door for a closer look,\u003cbr\u003ewhile the grown-ups are cleaning up dinner in the kitchen\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; the cousins are shooting at ducks on the TV screen\u003cbr\u003ewith plastic orange guns that they do not share with me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am too young \u0026amp; too small\u003cbr\u003eto scare him, so he does not run,\u003cbr\u003ejust holds tight the scrap of fish skin he has found.\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; I know that cats like fish!\u003cbr\u003eBut I have never seen a cat stand on his hind legs before.\u003cbr\u003eSo maybe this is a Magic Cat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am young enough to know\u003cbr\u003ethat when you meet a Magic Cat\u003cbr\u003eyou must bring him a gift,\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; so even though he already has some fish,\u003cbr\u003eI raise my plate,\u003cbr\u003ewhich I was taking to the grown-ups in the kitchen,\u003cbr\u003ebut now serve with both hands as an offering. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Magic Cat hops down from the railing\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; now we are face to face.\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; now two more tiny Magic Cats\u003cbr\u003eappear from out of the dark!\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; they are all sharing my gift together!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; for a moment, I am a sorceress.\u003cbr\u003eBecause after the Magic Cats come the Magic Fairies, I know.\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; the dragons \u0026amp; wolves,\u003cbr\u003ethe ninjas \u0026amp; spies, the adventures \u0026amp; quests.\u003cbr\u003eFor a moment everything is possible\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; here,\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; licking at my plate,\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; I am lost in the blackest eyes \u0026amp; softest fur.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; then everyone is screaming behind me!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; 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