Burning The Old Year Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye
Burning The Old Year
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
My favorite lines: So much of any year is flammable, so little is a stone.
hmmmm I will have to do a lot on this end of year day...thanks
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t, an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space. I begin again with the smallest numbers./// the world was always modern in own time; was plentiful always; no scarcity the world had, but always everything was, is and will be decaying; at ending of anything begin another thing to born; the end is no end but starting of others; beautiful philosophical poem penned
'So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone.'... are nice lines. Yeah, so much to do in the coming year. Nicely done.
So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. - - - - - An amazing poem- - There are so many things we forget easily- -But a small amount of things we do not forget and carry them with us as we welcome a new year.
So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. - - - - - An amazing poem- - There are so many things we forget easily- -But a small amount of things we do not forget and carry them with us as we welcome a new year.
The imagery and metaphor in the poem are noticeable but poem as a whole lacks unity. it seems different parts of different images hardly put together. it may belong to a special style I don't know much about.
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10/7/2024 11:46:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, my, I love the way she expresses herself- So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone.