Monday, January 20, 2003

Making A Fist Comments

Rating: 4.2

For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
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Naomi Shihab Nye
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The poem makes a profound impression, almost pertinent point.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 13 August 2023

I who did not die, who am still living, still lying in the backseat behind all my questions....I hold this part of this poem in high regard.

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goldbee 17 July 2020

++1++ ++1++

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Mahtab Bangalee 27 May 2018

Years later I smile to think of that journey, the borders we must cross separately, stamped with our unanswerable woes.

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Rajesh Thankappan 01 June 2016

A very touching poem indeed. The road of life often offers bumpy ride and if we can negotiate it, well done!

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* Sunprincess * 11 February 2016

...........excellent poem....I could never ride in the back seat again ★

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Pranab K Chakraborty 02 February 2013

Beautiful. The doctrine to fix the fist of existence. It's a feast of positive thought.........................................................Pranab k c

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Savita Tyagi 02 February 2013

Very nice! A mother's simple loving conversation can stay with a child for ever.

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Felix Nazario 08 February 2008

Yea................ >.<

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Mika Nakishima 27 November 2007

very...nice......really nice...i wish naomi didnt use religions in it tho -_-

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Naomi Shihab Nye

Naomi Shihab Nye

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