The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
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Written by the women who wrote about the United States being taken over by Christian fascists and enslaving all women! Prescient!
Does anyone know if this poem is part of a collection/book published by Atwood or is it a standalone piece? If its part of a collection/book I would greatly appreciate the name of it : )
It is from the book of poetry called Morning in the Burned House
how many sentances in this poem tht are compound and that are simple
No, they whisper. You own nothing. You were a visitor, time after time.........../// beautiful poem penned
The poet has well explained worth of the moment in his output.
Shelley's 'Ozymandias' expresses a similar thought, that we, as a species, are transient and barely leave a mark when we are gone, dust to dust.But Earth abides.
'We never belonged to you. You never found us. It was always the other way round' - the concluding lines of the poem are overwhelmingly convincing!
this good poem is the equivalent of a knock upside the head. it expresses the assertion of every native-american spirituality i'm aware of which is, in turn, reminiscent of the biblical assertion, the earth is the Lord's. -gk
You own nothing. You were a visitor, time after time climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming........................ flag it high. It's poetry which can show us the reality of real life. Thanks for sharing.
How very true this is! Our scriptures also confirm that nothing belongs to us. We are all tenants and everything is just an illusion; now here, sometimes there...Lovely poem.
Stunning, absolutely stunning. I think many of the Native American tribes would understand this philosophy because it is their own intrinsic philosophy gained through living close to nature
Susan, I wrote my comment before I saw yours. You might find the similarities interesting. -GK
A goid poem. As improbabilities we came. Live improbable lives. Fed and provisioned by nature we cannot ever own the Earth or what we need.++10
I like the part about the fart