Anna Akana reads "Good Bones"
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 9 ก.พ. 2025
- Anna Akana reads Maggie Smith's poem, "Good Bones".
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POEM: Good Bones
BOOK: Good Bones
AUTHOR: Maggie Smith
PUBLISHER: Tupelo Press
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This place could be beautiful! -John
Hi john, hope you are having a good day ^.^
This is the line that got me. That is what we are trying to show our children about the world. That it could be beautiful and that they can help it become that way.
@no el I agree that the argument for realism is a sound one. If you argue that realism is the way to fix things, then you agree things are worth fixing. The job is worth doing. But I think what optimists like John and myself are getting at is this: where does that belief come from? What is the thing that stops you from looking at all that horrific suffering and just giving up? I'd argue: hope.
My daughter once spilled a glass of milk. Her grandmother's immediate response was "Look what you did." It was hardwired in her that help existed, but first you have to hate yourself. Years later she can still be crippled by shame, but at every opportunity, I am sure to revel in her successes and say "Look what you did" with a smile and all the pride in the world. The world is not ready for how awesome she is.
i've read this like a poem. you're a great mom!
What a beautiful way to rewire that language! - Paige
Maria Olzoeva , actually he’s a dad...
One of my all time favorite poems. “You could make this place beautiful,” is such a powerful line.
What a great poem, and Anna read it beautifully.
That is beautiful and just gutted me. As I putter around my kitchen getting it ready for a load of children, nearly not children, to descend upon it and play D&D, I think about each of them building on the good bones.
Such a beautiful and truthful poem. Somberly optimistic.
I have read and heard this poem many times and it still gave me goosebumps to hear it again. “This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.” I have no words for how gorgeous that sentiment is.
You could make this place beautiful 💙
This poem reminded me of John Green's quote "The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy"
“For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake.”
That line hit way too hard. I’m sure it’s metaphorical, but that literally happened to my little brother. He was 16. This past May he went missing and he was found several days later in a pond called Dreamland Lake. They said it was an accident. We don’t believe that. We just think they wanted to be done with the investigation. The evidence does not show an accident. He was and is loved very much. It’s hard to see the beauty in the world when things like that happen.
How awful for you, Alexandria. My heart goes out to you and your family.
I'm so sorry that happened to your family.
I didn’t expect to cry when she got to the last line.
And cry again when I hear it again a year later.
This is my favorite poem ever! I'm so happy Anna read it! 💕💕
I love this poem so much. I'm grateful to Madam Secretary for introducing it to me.
this touched me. such clear, honest language. it hits hard
One of my favourite poems. Such a great choice!
Great poem powerfully read. And it truly hurt. Yes, there is optimism there, but it is so tempered with reality - with the awful - that I almost cannot bear it.
We could make this place beautiful.🌎🌍🌏
sometimes I feel like being a therapist is just the desperately hopeful attempt to get the world to be only 49% terrible. just trying to find the broken, bagged children and showing them their good bones
and you see it all the time, the ways in which strangers want to break you, the stones thrown at birds. it's all you see everyday
but you're trying to make this place beautiful. it could be beautiful. it can
A very honest poem. Despite all the good in the world, there is always going to something that breaks your heart or wrecks your brain. But ultimately, you get to decide whether you choose to be cynical and cry over spilled milk, or be optimistic and do your part to make the world a better place.
This is one of my favorites.
That was immeasurably powerful. "This place could be beautiful right?" Connects with me on a deep level. Thank you for sharing
Loved this poem💜💜💜
I loved this one!
Wow! Great reading and impressive poem
I love this one so so much.
This poem spoke to me. I feel it.
I absolutely loved this one! ♥️
G!d I love this piece 💞💞
this place is already beautiful - we just need to see it:
Quarelling blackbirds
Tails, chests, glares dispute boundaries
What pretty songs!
VShankar 22 March 2021
This poem was so sad and true until the end, when it had a hopeful note that was also true.
I think this poem has stuck with me the most of all the ones on this channel so far. Anna Kay chose well.
Powerful.
Brilliant
Good bone nor bad bone
Always be kind ☺
Wasn't emotionally ready for that one... 😭
i'm familiar with this poem but still am catching feefees about the last lines. i think because we all have a different idea of beautiful it's hard to get to some big beautiful that we can all look at and say yeah! that's it! lots and lots of little beautifuls, though, and that will do well enough for now.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️
The world is half full of terror and suffering--and that is making someone very happy, because for them the world is already an at least half-beautiful place.
Damn.
I can't decide if this poem is hopeful or hopeless
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Oh you broke me Anna
I've read this poem before, but today for some reason it just got me. Maybe because today was the climate strike. Maybe because I'm just a baby activist trying to find my way, but I'm trying so goddamn hard to make this place beautiful.
Honestly depressing.
Why so depressing? Life is good. Life is what you make it!
It isn't depressing. It is just honest.
Life is what I make with others involving too.
The world is at least fifty percent terrible, okay? Not hundred percent.
Welp. I don't see the hope in that poem. Bummed me out =/
Love this poem and even more so with Anna reading it!