I graze on violent hay
ruminate
ruminate
swim for the harbor lights
Gatsby symbolism
in a Li-Young Lee
world where I can’t chew
fast enough to digest
all that this world wants
meeee to doooo
while I search for the gift
of a splinter.
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Lillian bids us ‘harbor’ a quadrille over at d’Verse Poet’s Pub. Join us!
The Gift by Li-Young Lee remains a personal favorite. Just finishing a poetry unit in my classroom in which we read and analyze four poems that deal with father-child relationships. Also included are Blood by Naomi Shihab Nye, Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden, and Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll.
You hooked me right from the first line, Jilly. Delicious poem taut with urgency. Interesting unit of study, wish I was a fly on the wall.
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Perhaps we need to become violence intolerant!
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The violent hay… that’s a great way to express strong words of a poem
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Thanks! Those words came from a stream of consciousness piece that I did a few weeks ago.
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Nice reference to the poet.
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Your last two lines pack a great punch!
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Thanks!
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…the violent hay … swimming for harbor lights….unable to “chew fast enough to digest
all that this world wants meeee to doooo — to find the proverbial toothpick in a haystack (that splinter) seems to me to be saying — in this hubbub — we try to find a sliver of sanity, a safe harbor. Love your post here — really engaged me! 🙂
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I love the image of not being able to chew fast enough – it sometimes feels like that, as if the world is being crammed too quickly down our thoats.
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That’s exactly how it feels!
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Beautifully said! Thank you for sharing 😉
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You for your
Poem..
Jilly..:)
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I like the line pointed out by Sarah too. When the world’s expectations are high, sometimes things can be so overwhelming. Thanks for the note on the poet.
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Those closing lines left me breathless!
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You had me at Gatsby
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Ooh! Good! I appreciate you stopping by 🙂
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The “chewing on violent hay” creates a background for this rumination. Swimming for the harbor lights and looking for that gift create a little bit of hope to get away from all the violence and intolerance we see around.
Thanks for sharing the link to the Lee poem; it gives a new perspective.
-HA
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Thanks for stopping by! I love that poem by Li-Young Lee. A poet worth exploring.
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We live at an accelerated pace, weighed down with techno-toys, and it pleases me several times a week to slow things down to a poetic whisper (or shout), and share creative energy all over this globe at the crossroads; the dVerse Pub.
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Techno-toys, indeed. I teach in a digital high school and the students really just want paper. That encourages me.
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Absolutely brilliant! Gatsby and Li-Young Lee allusions in the same, compelling verse! A marvel, Jilly! 🙂
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Thanks! As the school-year progresses, the lit of my classroom seeps (and gushes) into my writing.
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The violent hay made me think of a HUGE sneeze! Wonderful write, Jilly. I think I could use some of your literature instruction; I know so little.
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Gesundheit!! One of my favorite books is called How To Read Literature Like a Professor.
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Haha…thank you! Well, thanks for the referral, Jilly…maybe that book would help enlighten me. 🙂 xo
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‘graze on violent hay’ then ‘swim for harbor lights’…trying to find the peace…lovely write
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Sometimes, as the world keeps us busy, busier, busiest, the hardest thing we do is keep the lights in proper alignment (Red; Green). And with all we have to do, do we have time to ruminate on greater things — the light at the end of the dock, the gift of two diverse fathers (Li and Carraway’s) — do we have the wherewithal to consider the flame? Brilliant write, Jilly!
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Thank you, Charley. The flame; yes.
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Oooh! Great. This poem has everything, including Gatsby and Li-Young Lee. Love the last line.
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Your adjectives colored this poem so strongly. Well done!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome, Jilly!
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I like the repetition of ‘ruminate’, Jill, which makes me stop and think about the ‘violent hay’, and the idea of not being able to keep up with everything expressed in the lines:
‘…world where I can’t chew
fast enough to digest
all that this world wants
meeee to doooo’ –
it reminds me of not waving but drowning. Is the splinter a gilded one?
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Been playing with repetition lately. Going to do a MTB on it in Oct.
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Ah, forewarned! 😊
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while I search for the gift of a splinter – i ruminated over these words Jilly – that the splinter would stop all the meaningless chewing and trying to achieve an unreal expectation. so much in this poem that keeps me reading it over and over.
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Thank you! Great insight
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ah! the violent hay…really strikes a punch. I absolutely love this poem….everything about it is deep and incredible. Miss reading your work.
Hope you stop by and read my newest from yesterdays post. 🙂
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Oh dang I haven’t read Li-Young Lee, but I love the discomfort in this poem, the violent hay and searching for the gift of a splinter. Had to laugh at the mooing vowels, love how your unique voice always comes through consistently.
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Can’t chew fast enough, move fast enough, become whole fast enough. Force fed are we. Love this, Jilly!
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Thanks!
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