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llovelymoonn · 4 months

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favourite poems of december

a.r. ammons collected poems: 1951-1971: "dunes"

jennifer robertson shrill shirts will always balloon

n. scott momaday in the presence of the sun: stories and poems, 1961-1991: "the delight song of tsoai-talee"

ted berrigan the collected poems of ted berrigan: "bean spasms"

natalie diaz when my brother was an aztec: "abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian rezervation"

greg miller watch: "river"

joanna klink excerpts from a secret prophecy: "terrebonne bay"

dorothy dudley pine river bay

brenda shaughnessy our andromeda: "our andromeda"

frank lima incidents of travel in poetry: "orfeo"

lehua m. taitano one kind of hunger

no'u revilla kino

linda hogan when the body

paul verlaine one hundred and one poems by paul verlaine: a biligual edition: "moonlight" (tr. norman r. shapiro)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "the cypress broke" (tr. fady joudah)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "your night is of lilac"

amir rabiyah prayers for my 17th chromosome: "our dangerous sweetness"

sara nicholson the living method: "the end of television"

charles shields proposal for a exhibition

ginger murchison a scrap of linen, a bone: "river"

tsering wangmo dhompa virtual

anne carson the beauty of the husband: "v. here is my propaganda one one one one oneing on your forehead like droplets of luminous sin"

muriel rukeyser the collected poems of muriel rukeyser: "the book of the dead"

anne stevenson stone milk: "the enigma"

david tomas martinez love song

robert fitzgerald charles river nocturne

thomas mcgrath the movie at the end of the world: collected poems: "many in the darkness"

linda rodriguez heart's migration: "the amazon river dolphin"

donald revell the glens of cithaeron

sumita chakraborty dear, beloved

angela jackson and all these roads be luminous: "miz rosa rides the bus"

kofi

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littleblackmirrors · 5 months

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I am a feather on the bright sky

I am the blue horse that runs in the plain

I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water

I am the shadow that follows a child

I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows

I am an eagle playing with the wind

I am a cluster of bright beads

I am the farthest star

I am the cold of dawn

I am the roaring of the rain

I am the glitter on the crust of the snow

I am the long track of the moon in a lake

I am a flame of four colors

I am a deer standing away in the dusk

I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche

I am an angle of geese in the winter sky

I am the hunger of a young wolf

I am the whole dream of these things

You see, I am alive, I am alive

I stand in good relation to the earth

I stand in good relation to the gods

I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful

I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte

You see, I am alive, I am alive

//The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee By M Scott Momaday

#poem #N Scott Momaday #The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee #poetry foundation #Native American Heritage

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abellinthecupboard · 1 year

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The Delight Song of Tsoai-Talee

I am a feather on the bright sky. I am the blue horse that runs in the plain. I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water. I am the shadow that follows a child. I am the evening light, the luster of meadows. I am an eagle playing with the wind. I am a cluster of bright beads. I am the farthest star. I am the cold of dawn. I am the roaring of the rain. I am the glitter on the crust of the snow. I am the long track of the moon in a lake. I am a flame of four colors. I am a deer standing away in the dusk. I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche. I am an angle of geese in the winter sky. I am the hunger of a young wolf. I am the whole dream of these things. You see, I am alive, I am alive. I stand in good relation to the earth. I stand in good relation to the gods. I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful. I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte. You see, I am alive, I am alive.

— N. Scott Momaday (1934–)

When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through: A Norton Anthology of Native Nations Poetry (2020)

#The Delight Song of Tsoai-Talee #The Delight Song of Tsoai Talee #N. Scott Momaday #Navarre Scott Momaday #poetry #poem #poems #Native American #When the Light of the World Was Subdued Our Songs Came Through

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serratedpens · 1 year

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N. Scott Momaday, “The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee”

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protoslacker · 3 months

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"The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee" Read by N. Scott Momaday #shorts

University of California Televison

A couple of short excerpts from his marvelous poem and so lovely to hear his voice. The Poetry Foundation has the poem to read. The wonderful gift of this poem for me is that upon hearing it, and despite the mess and tangle that's my life, I can imagine a Delight Song of me. On January 24, 2024 N. Scott Momaday walked on.

Longtime UA Prof. N. Scott Momaday, first Native winner of Pulitzer Prize for fiction, dead at 89

#literature #n scott momaday #RIP #poetry #song #Youtube

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viaxen · 3 months

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things i read: week 03, 2024

articles! and blogs!!:

commuting with Shylock by Dara Horn

fetal attraction by Kerry Arquette

everyone is beautiful and nobody is horny by rs benedict

the puritanical eye by di carlee gomes

going postal by max read

Philip guston: forget the ku klux klan, this show is unmissable

Verhoeven, Virilio, and "Cinematic Derealization"

poems:

three poems by rose jeanou

the clown takes off his face

the delight song of tsoai talee

books:

tristam shandy by laurence sterne

the letters of philip dormer stanhope chesterfield to his son

middlemarch by george eliot

bleak house (again!) by charles dickens

narratology by mieke bal

too much shakespeare (sometime soon again i hope)

plays:

not too sure as im not in oxford this week, but am verging on going and seeing the cherry orchard (and probably bacchae next month!)

#readings #week 3 #2023 #books of the cybervoid #consumption

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mrandrewwille · 1 year

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I Am A Delight Song

At the Nature Matters workshop earlier this month, we read aloud together The Delight Song of Tsoai-Tale by N. Scott Momaday. A few lines from the opening: I am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water I am the shadow that follows a child I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows I am an eagle playing with the…

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#I am #List Poem

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poetrywithbrian · 2 years

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POETRY LIST FROM BRIAN P: This list is made up of English language “lyric” poems by poets from what would become or is now the United States of America. They are in a random arrangement, not alphabetical or chronological. Allow them to play off each other in a variety of ways. Each poet is represented by only one poem.

May Swenson, The Centaur

Archibald MacLeish, Ars Poetica

Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Chambered Nautilus

Lucille Clifton, The Lost Baby Poem

Hart Crane, Voyages

H.D. Elegy and Choros

Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

Amy Lowell, The Garden by Moonlight

N. Scott Momaday, The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee

Francis Scott Key, Defense of Fort M’Henry

Langston Hughes, The Negro Speaks of Rivers

Adrienne Rich, Diving into the Wreck

Robert Hayden, Letter from Phyllis Wheatley

Bob Dylan, The Times They Are A-Changin’

James Dickey, Cherrylog Road

Chen Chen, I Invite My Parents to a Dinner Party

Joy Harjo, She Had Some Horses

Bonnie Larson Staiger, Grassland

Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

e.e. cummings, “anyone lived in a pretty how town”

Carl Sandburg, Chicago

James Russell Lowell, The Present Crisis

Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Snowstorm

Robert Lowell, For the Union Dead

Tommy Pico, I See the Fire that Burns Inside You

Emily Dickinson, “I started early – took my dog””

T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men

Louise Gluck, The Wild Iris

Anonymous, Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Gary Snyder, The Bath

Gwendolyn Brooks, We Real Cool

James Whitcomb Riley, L’il Orphant Annie

James Merrill, The Victor Dog

James Welch, Harlem, Montana: Just Off the Reservation

Frank O’Hara, Why I Am Not a Painter

John Ashbery, Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror

William Carlos Williams, XXII, from Spring and All, The Red Wheelbarrow

Tupac Shakur, Changes

George Oppen, Five Poems about Poetry

Robert Bly, Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter

Edwin Arlington Robinson, Mr. Flood’s Party

Richard Wright, Between the World and Me

John Greenleaf Whittier, Snowbound: A Winter’s Idyl

Phyllis Wheatley, His Excellency General Washington

Walt Whitman, When lilacs last by the dooryard bloom’d

Patricia Smith, The Stuff of Astounding: A Poem for Juneteenth

Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven

R.W. Wilson, Poemable

Marianne Moore, The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing

Julia Ward Howe, Battle Hymn of the Republic

Sylvia Plath, Tulips

Patricia Smith, The Stuff of Astounding: A Poem for Juneteenth

Thomas McGrath, A Coal Fire in Winter

Growing Concern Poetry Collective, Come to Me Open

Denise Lajimodiere, Dragonfly Dance

Edward Taylor, Housewifery

Jay Wright, Benjamin Banneker Sends His “Almanac” to Thomas Jefferson

Allen Ginsberg, Howl

David Solheim, In Moonlight

William Stafford, At the Bomb Testing Site

Ronald Johnson, Letters to Walt Whitman

Marge Piercy, To Be of Use

Mary Oliver, The Wild Geese

Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things

W.H. Auden, Epitaph on a Tyrant

Richard Blanco, On Today

Timothy Murphy, Mortal Stakes

Lauryn Hill, Lost One

Don J. Lee/Haki Madhubuti, A Poem to Complement Other Poems

Louise Erdrich, The Strange People

Jericho Brown, Psalm 150

John Berryman, 11 Addresses to the Lord

Thomas Merton, Love Winter When the Plant Says Nothing

Anne Bradstreet, Before the Birth of One of Her Children

Frances E. W. Harper, Learning to Read

Randall Jarrell, Mail Call, and the children’s book “The Bat Poet”

Herman Melville, The Maldive Shark

Gertrude Stein, How She Bowed to Her Brother

Anne Sexton, In Celebration of My Uterus

Theodore Roethke, In a Dark Time

Edna St. Vincent Millay, “What lips my lips have kissed, and where and why”

Stephen Crane, A Man Saw a Ball of Gold

Robert Penn Warren, The Moonlight’s Dream

Paul Laurence Dunbar, The Colored Band

Henry David Thoreau, “The moon now rises to her absolute rule”

Emma Lazarus. The New Colossus

Sugar Hill Gang, Rapper’s Delight

Allen Tate, Ode to the Confederate Dead

Muriel Rukeyser, Ballad of Orange and Grape

Elizabeth Bishop, Sestina, “September rain falls on the house”

Judy Grahn, The Common Woman Poems (complete)

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, I Am Waiting

May Sarton, The Gift of Thyme

George Moses Horton, On Liberty and Slavery

Ezra Pound, The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter

Robinson Jeffers, Hurt Hawks

James Weldon Johnson, The Creation

Sherman Alexie, Sonnet, with Pride

Kenneth Koch, In Love With You

Jupiter Hammon, An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley

A.R. Ammons, The Brook Has Worked Out the Prominence of a Bend

Anonymous, Go Down, Moses

Yusef Komunyakaa. Facing It

W.S. Merwin, After the Alphabets

Richard Wilbur, A Baroque Wall-Fountain in the Villa Sciarra

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

Natalie Diaz, My Brother at 3 AM

Maya Angelou, On the Pulse of Morning

Raymond Roseliep, The Morning Glory

Rita Dove, Dawn Revisted

#class 3

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ruknowhere · 2 years

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The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee

BY N. SCOTT MOMADAY

I am a feather on the bright sky

I am the blue horse that runs in the plain

I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water

I am the shadow that follows a child

I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows

I am an eagle playing with the wind

I am a cluster of bright beads

I am the farthest star

I am the cold of dawn

I am the roaring of the rain

I am the glitter on the crust of the snow

I am the long track of the moon in a lake

I am a flame of four colors

I am a deer standing away in the dusk

I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche

I am an angle of geese in the winter sky

I am the hunger of a young wolf

I am the whole dream of these things

You see, I am alive, I am alive

I stand in good relation to the earth

I stand in good relation to the gods

I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful

I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte

You see, I am alive, I am alive

N. Scott Momaday, “The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee”

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spoke9 · 6 months

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The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee | N. Scott Momaday

–Kiowa poet I am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water I am the shadow that follows a child I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows I am an eagle playing with the wind I am a cluster of bright beads I am the farthest star I am the cold of dawn I am the roaring of the rain I am the glitter on the crust of the…

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#N. Scott Momaday #native american heritage month #native american heritage month 2023 #native poets #Poem #poet #Poetry

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phantomtutor · 1 year

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SOLUTION AT Academic Writers Bay Sandwich Model: 1. Topic Sentence 2. Explain the topic sentence 3. Example 4. Explain the example 5. Concluding sentence Question 5 : Lecture 22: Form Art = Meaning emphasizes that the relationship between form and content communicates creates a more compelling poem. How does Elizabeth Bishop use the form to create a more compelling message in the poem â€œOne Artâ€? Question 6 : Sonia Sanchez’s poem “Haiku and Tanka for Harriet Tubman” uses 24 three-line stanzas to communicate its message. What is the poemâ€™s larger message? Identify one of the 24 stanzas and discuss its contribution to the poemâ€™s meaning. Question 7 : N. Scott Momoday’s poem “The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee” uses parallelism, the repetition of grammatical patterns. What is the significance of â€œI amâ€ and â€œI standâ€ in this poem? How does it reinforce the poemâ€™s larger meaning? Question 8 : In A.E. Housmanâ€™s poem “To an Athlete Dying Young,â€ how does the speaker present death? What is the speakerâ€™s tone or attitude toward death? My requirement: please use the sandwich model, that is what my professor looking forward to see in our answers, thank youðŸ˜€ “CUSTOM PAPER” CLICK HERE TO GET A PROFESSIONAL WRITER TO WORK ON THIS PAPER AND OTHER SIMILAR PAPERS CLICK THE BUTTON TO MAKE YOUR ORDER

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mulika · 2 years

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#N. Scott Momaday #the glitter on the crust of the moon #The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee #boundless poetry

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azukilynn · 4 years

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#poetry #personal fave #the delight song of tsoai-talee #n. scott momaday #spirit #soul #nature #harmony #beauty #inspiration #poem #verse

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kitchen-light · 4 years

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Every poem establishes itself in a kind of “I am” assertion, that is, a poems says: “I am the voice of the poet or what is moving through time, place, and event, I am sound sense and words, I am made of all this, and I don’t know where I am going but I will show you,” though most don’t directly declare it.

Joy Harjo, from “Joy Harjo on N. Scott Momaday’s “The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee””

#joy harjo #quotes #words #on poetry #found*

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drachenengel · 4 years

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The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee I am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water I am the shadow that follows a child I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows I am an eagle playing with the wind I am a cluster of bright beads I am the farthest star I am the cold of dawn I am the roaring of the rain I am the glitter on the crust of the snow I am the long track of the moon in a lake I am a flame of four colors I am a deer standing away in the dusk I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche I am an angle of geese in the winter sky I am the hunger of a young wolf I am the whole dream of these things You see, I am alive, I am alive I stand in good relation to the earth I stand in good relation to the gods I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte You see, I am alive, I am alive

N.Scott Momaday

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dk-thrive · 5 years

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You see, I am alive, I am alive

I am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water I am the shadow that follows a child I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows I am an eagle playing with the wind I am a cluster of bright beads I am the farthest star I am the cold of the dawn I am the roaring of the rain I am the glitter on the crust of the snow I am the long track of the moon in a lake I am a flame of four colors I am a deer standing away in the dusk I am a field of sumac and pomme blanche I am an angle of geese in the winter sky I am the hunger of a young wolf I am the whole dream of these things

You see, I am alive, I am alive I stand in good relation to the Gods I stand in good relation to the earth I stand in good relation to everything that is beautiful… You see, I am alive, I am alive

~ Navarre Scott Momaday, “The Delight Song of Tsoai-Talee” from In the Presence of the Sun: Stories and Poems, 1961-1991. (St. Martin's Press LLC, 1992)

#Navarre Scott Momaday #alive #gratitude #miracle #life

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