Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Naomi Shihab Nye (1952 - present)
Naomi Shihab Nye is a poet and songwriter born in 1952 to a Palestinian father and American mother. She grew up in St. Louis, Missouri, Jerusalem, and San Antonio, Texas. Both roots and sense of place are major themes in her body of work.

Half-And-Half by Naomi Shihab Nye

You can't be, says a Palestinian Christian
on the first feast day after Ramadan.
So, half-and-half and half-and-half.
He sells glass. He knows about broken bits,
chips. If you love Jesus you can't love
anyone else. Says he.

At his stall of blue pitchers on the Via Dolorosa,
he's sweeping. The rubbed stones
feel holy. Dusting of powdered sugar
across faces of date-stuffed mamool.

This morning we lit the slim white candles
which bend over at the waist by noon.
For once the priests weren't fighting
in the church for the best spots to stand.
As a boy, my father listened to them fight.
This is partly why he prays in no language
but his own. Why I press my lips
to every exception.

A woman opens a window—here and here and here—
placing a vase of blue flowers
on an orange cloth. I follow her.
She is making a soup from what she had left
in the bowl, the shriveled garlic and bent bean.
She is leaving nothing out.


Hidden by Naomi Shihab Nye

If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.


Poem Activity #1:

After reading Half-and-Half, in a poem, discuss two aspects of yourself (or your personality, belief, culture) that seem on the surface at odds with one another. Describe this topic through a short narrative (story) poem. Embed dialogue in your poem where appropriate.

Poem Activity #2:

After reading Hidden, start a poem with the subordinating conjunction “If…” You may use an “If…then…” statement, if you’d like. Start with a stanza describing a literal or concrete event or fact from nature. Naomi Shihab Nye uses the description of a fern placed under a stone. Your second stanza should be more metaphorical, as Naomi Shihab Nye’s second stanza is as she describes the transubstantiation of a loved one’s name into blood. Finally, end your poem with a wise observation that connects both stanzas.

4 comments:

Wade said...

activity 1

Everything's a shaddow
That I walk on,
And it is my shaddow
I try to hide from.

And it is the time
Of day on a sunday,
That I should
Go to church,
But I don't,
Even though,
I should


Activity 2

If you take my soul
And use it for your
Oddities,
You'll get nothing out of it

And if you
Try to kill me
You'll fail,
Because I'm not
Human.

I am immortal,
And nothing comes out
Of it.

Zach Gilbert said...

Constantly conflicting
Shut their mouths
or your own
Sometimes its hard too stay down
So low where no one can hear you
Every now and then
your curse is heard
Tell yourself to say nothing
Stay low
Be quiet
Maybe soon they'll quiet down

thndrft said...

Activity #1

There was a sandslide
It happened in my mind
It left life with no given shape or time
Abstract in its art with a crooked con artist sign,
it took with it all and left my will blind.

However the sandslide implanted new dreams
Its smooth sandy hand bashing open new scenes
It giggled as it left, and gave me no means
to act on grand hopes and too-big-for-me dreams.

So now I sit with a sand-ridden will
Burnt to a crisp under the desert night sky
The soil’s black and white and the water stays still
It’s not use planting, it’s suicide to try.


Activity #2:

If you take a brain
And set it on a burner
It melts

Don’t keep your eyes
Fixated to the news
Don’t keep your minds
Closed

Surely the TV burns your eyes
And your eyes feel that
Because of your mind

alaina said...

If you give a horse a carrot,
Then he will want another.
To taste its juicy center
Underneath its harsh core.
Taste is the sweetest sense-
But the second experience is never as satisfying.

To meet her standards once-
Is a grueling hardship.
And then that’s all she expects from you.
“As long as you live under my roof…” she screeches.
But I know she means some good of it.

You just have to search deep to repeat results.

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