Carol at Carol’s Corner is hosting the Roundup this week.
Yesterday, Naomi Shihab Nye spoke to the lucky folks attending the Summer Institute at TC. I followed Tweets, inspired as always by the power of this particular poet’s ability to move me. I remembered sitting at Riverside Cathedral on Saturday Reunion, and listening to her deep and rich voice reciting poems and urging us to get out there in our classrooms and nourish our students’ desires to notice and write. I went home that day, and felt the need to listen to her voice again, and knowing that I would feel this need again, I saved these:
And she is reading a Naomi Shaihab Nye gem:
How do I know when a poem is finished?
When you quietly close
the door to a room
the room is not finished.
It is resting. Temporarily.
Glad to be without you
for a while.
Now it has time to gather
its balls of gray dust,
to pitch them from corner to corner.
Now it seeps back into itself,
unruffled and proud.
Outlines grow firmer.
When you return,
you might move the stack of books,
freshen the water for the roses.
I think you could keep doing this
forever. But the blue chair looks best
with the red pillow. So you might as well
leave it that way.