Nikki Giovanni

(June 7, 1943 / Knoxville, Tennessee)

Knoxville Tennessee - Poem by Nikki Giovanni

I always like summer
you can eat fresh corn
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Comments about Knoxville Tennessee by Nikki Giovanni

  • (11/16/2017 10:57:00 PM)

    very good as I like eating raw okra, loves smell of tomato leaf, can eat onion, cucumber. (Report) Reply

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  • Rajnish Manga (12/3/2016 9:36:00 PM)

    Summers are a blissful season offering so many wonderful things to do all day. Thanks, Nikki.
    Not only when you go to bed
    And sleep
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  • Seamus O' Brian (12/3/2016 2:06:00 PM)

    I am not sure that work itself is as interesting as the commentary below. Indeed, the warmth of all things that make home home, is fuel for the heart and soul. Interesting to consider that this laundry list of familiar comfortables may seem completely alien to someone far away in a completely different culture, like Zanzibar or California. But we all share the yearning desire for the familiar comforts of home. (Report) Reply

  • Barry Middleton (12/3/2016 7:12:00 AM)

    Sounds good to me. My kind of food. Interesting comments below. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/3/2016 2:38:00 AM)

    In the garden. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (12/3/2016 2:02:00 AM)

    And okra
    And greens
    And cabbage

    And other vegetables like melon, pakwan, lanzones, duhat, mango, papaya, , guyabano, etc...
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  • Indira Renganathan (12/3/2016 12:58:00 AM)

    Not only when you go to bed
    And sleep....but all the time you like summer.....good and interesting narration
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/9/2016 3:49:00 AM)

    Lovely expression. Intetesting one. (Report) Reply

  • (12/28/2014 6:06:00 PM)

    Oh, and by the way, Rock n' Roll is way, way, way, way, way, way better than your stupid Gospel. Ew, I even hate typing it! Go Cali! (Report) Reply

  • (12/28/2014 6:04:00 PM)

    Listen, sweetie, I live in Knoxville myself and it's not that perfect. I'd rather be in California with my father, who was born there. But, he made a huge mistake and moved to Tennessee. Now he's stuck here and I'm trying to get my family out of this place full of dumb drunks, idiots who think the black smoke coming out of the back of their truck is cool and attractive, and stupid people with that crappy Southern accent. I am a poet, author and an artist and I am desperately trying to get a writing career and hopefully an acting career. And who doesn't love beaches and Leonardo DiCaprio? Obviously you don't. What a waste of talent. Anybody who's anybody loves Cali. (Report) Reply

    (4/19/2016 1:20:00 PM)

    Consider that the author of this poem wasn't as miserable as you are. I'm sorry that you are in a hard place, but anywhere has its up sides. Even Tennessee!

    (10/7/2015 2:22:00 PM)

    just because you don't like it dose not mean your right, you are probably just a snotty little teenage girl who knows nothing about where she lives

    (10/7/2015 2:08:00 PM)

    You are a pineapple you little zebra.

    (9/12/2015 10:37:00 AM)

    If you're such an artist, why are you so narrow minded? Learn to respect diversity.

  • (3/16/2012 7:59:00 AM)

    enjoyed this piece, words of purity, see yourself there, feel the breeze and warmth, the cold ice cream on your tongue..... (Report) Reply

  • (2/15/2008 8:18:00 PM)

    Warm and inviting! Nice to read. (Report) Reply

  • (7/9/2006 1:19:00 PM)

    It's nice when the feeling and emotion are invoked, effortlessly. You don't even have to close your eyes, you're just there. (Report) Reply

  • (7/8/2006 9:16:00 AM)

    lovely sentiments of an age warmed by sunshine and pure gospel in the air
    A beautiful write
    Love duncan X
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  • (5/21/2006 4:28:00 PM)

    If this poem is so 'good' how come no one comments on it? All the hits have been over a short time period. Hmmmm. (Report) Reply

  • (3/8/2005 3:43:00 AM)

    I think you've captured the ''American Dream'' of milk and honey...does this world still exist in the 'ol US of A? Nice feelings...for a minute, I really believed I was there. Good Poem. (Report) Reply

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