My god. This has been my favorite poem -- a prayer, even! -- ever since I had to pull off the to the side of the road when Garrison Keillor featured it on "Writer's Almanac" in the 1990's. This film... wow... gulp... thank you. Beautiful and tender and real and affecting.
Lyrics: The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse. The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek. The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom. The boot is famous to the earth, more famous than the dress shoe, which is famous only to floors. The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it and not at all famous to the one who is pictured. I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets, sticky children in grocery lines, famous as the one who smiled back. I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do.
In this video, is the poem being read by the poet Naomi Shihab Nye herself, or by someone else? And, if someone else, who? The narration is beautiful, but it's not clear from the credits who is doing the narration.
*chills* So profound. To be "famous" in the most humble, useful way to someone... a most worthy goal.
When ur teacher sends u here
SAME MY GUY
The perfect little film, famous for the perfect little poem... Lovely the voice and the young woman...
My god. This has been my favorite poem -- a prayer, even! -- ever since I had to pull off the to the side of the road when Garrison Keillor featured it on "Writer's Almanac" in the 1990's. This film... wow... gulp... thank you. Beautiful and tender and real and affecting.
Lyrics:
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.
It's brilliant
i got sent by my teach clearly some guy from 2 yrs ago has too
Famous as the one who smiled back.
Nono
In this video, is the poem being read by the poet Naomi Shihab Nye herself, or by someone else? And, if someone else, who? The narration is beautiful, but it's not clear from the credits who is doing the narration.
Amazingly profound!
I don’t think so
Gymnopedie No.1 Erik Satie :)))