Friday, January 3, 2003

The Moment Comments

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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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Margaret Atwood
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Moomoo Monkey 29 September 2023

I like the part about the fart

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Chinedu Dike 18 January 2023

Deep and exquisitely penned with conviction

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Bonnie Weinstein 08 July 2022

Written by the women who wrote about the United States being taken over by Christian fascists and enslaving all women! Prescient!

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Kareem Riad 08 November 2021

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 : )

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Marilyn Gajdostik 22 November 2021

It is from the book of poetry called Morning in the Burned House

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mcebisi 18 October 2021

how many sentances in this poem tht are compound and that are simple

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SNEH 19 October 2021

Dude 🤣🤣🤣🤣, looking for your exam answers

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M Asim Nehal 19 March 2021

Yes, death wipes everything.

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Mohamed 06 July 2020

What is the name of the author of this web page? thx

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Mahtab Bangalee 22 August 2019

No, they whisper. You own nothing. You were a visitor, time after time.........../// beautiful poem penned

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Ravindra Kumar 02 February 2019

The poet has well explained worth of the moment in his output.

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Kit 05 January 2021

*her. This was written by Margaret Atwood

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Nina Moores 02 February 2019

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.

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Khairul Ahsan 29 June 2018

'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!

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Glen Kappy 29 June 2018

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

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Pranab K Chakraborty 29 June 2018

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.

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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 29 June 2018

The birds take back their language.. great write

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Jasbir Chatterjee 29 June 2018

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.

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Adrian Flett 29 June 2018

It is, 'always the other way round' So well said.

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Susan Williams 29 June 2018

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

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Glen Kappy 29 June 2018

Susan, I wrote my comment before I saw yours. You might find the similarities interesting. -GK

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Robert Murray Smith 29 June 2018

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

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 June 2018

Well crafted. Beautiful poem.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 29 June 2018

Such a great poem by Margaret Atwood👍👍👍

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