One’s throat must be like a garden
And one’s eyes like windows
through which love passes;
And one’s stature
Must be like a tree
that rises out of rocks;
And poetry must be like a singing bird,
Perching on the highest branch of a tree,
Breaking the heavy silence of the world.
(C) Hamid Reza Rahimi
- If the poet’s throat is like a garden, what is your throat like? Write a poem that describes your body in term of nature’s images.
- What is poetry to you? Journal your thoughts.
- What is the silence that needs to be broken? Journal your thoughts or write a poem about that particular silence.