I'm sure you've considered this, but a selection of your posts to Ordinary Plots would make a terrific book, one which could be a rich resource for readers love or wish to learn how to love poems and read them well, and also to the next generation of teachers. If you were to decide to try that, definitely include this one.
"As Nye reminds us, you have to keep holding on to whatever it is you’re holding with care. You have to keep looking. Look once. Look twice. Keep holding, and looking, and caring, and crossing this road that is too wide, wider than it should be."
The writer of one of the blogs I have been reading for years was a student of Naomi Shihab Nye. Her poetry shows the influence of Naomi Shihab Nye. They are kindred spirits.
Heart-full, love-rich, rapt with intricate attention and memory, but never shirking the hard parts, Rabbi Rachel Barenblat shares a sequence of stunning poems for her late mother. Her voice is honest as a tree. This is an extremely moving book for anyone who has known grief, and feels captivated by how the conversation goes on.
–Naomi Shihab Nye, author of The Tiny Journalist and Transfer, among others.
For all of my adult life, I've carried the hope that one war after another would end. Wars have ended, but the sorrow of war hasn't. Looking and holding hope with care, against all odds, is essential.
I'm sure you've considered this, but a selection of your posts to Ordinary Plots would make a terrific book, one which could be a rich resource for readers love or wish to learn how to love poems and read them well, and also to the next generation of teachers. If you were to decide to try that, definitely include this one.
I appreciate that, Bruce! It has crossed my mind; we'll see if it happens! Appreciate you.
I would buy that book!
ah, thank you!
"As Nye reminds us, you have to keep holding on to whatever it is you’re holding with care. You have to keep looking. Look once. Look twice. Keep holding, and looking, and caring, and crossing this road that is too wide, wider than it should be."
The writer of one of the blogs I have been reading for years was a student of Naomi Shihab Nye. Her poetry shows the influence of Naomi Shihab Nye. They are kindred spirits.
Heart-full, love-rich, rapt with intricate attention and memory, but never shirking the hard parts, Rabbi Rachel Barenblat shares a sequence of stunning poems for her late mother. Her voice is honest as a tree. This is an extremely moving book for anyone who has known grief, and feels captivated by how the conversation goes on.
–Naomi Shihab Nye, author of The Tiny Journalist and Transfer, among others.
For all of my adult life, I've carried the hope that one war after another would end. Wars have ended, but the sorrow of war hasn't. Looking and holding hope with care, against all odds, is essential.
thank you for all of this, Amanda! Looking and holding hope with care -- yes.
Thank you for this wonderful Nye poem, and your reminders about why we are here in the first place.
thank you always, Leanne
I love Nye. "Shoulders" and "Green Shirt" remind me of Linda Pastan's final lines in her poem about Emily Dickinson:
Yet legend won't explain the sheer sanity
of vision, the serious mischief
of language, the economy of pain.