Friday, August 28, 2015

Poetry Friday: Going for Peaches, Fredericksburg, Texas

Have you ever purchased a book of poetry because you flipped it open and found a delicious poem?  This happened to me several years ago.  I was shopping the remainders sale at University Books when I discovered Naomi Shihab Nye's "Going for Peaches, Fredericksburg, Texas" in Word of Mouth:  Poems Featured on NPR's All Things Considered.  Perhaps it was the combination of peaches, Texas (I lived in Houston for eleven years, and I've been to Fredericksburg), old people ( I love them, even now that I'm one of them), a favorite poet (Naomi Shihab Nye), and fruit stands by the side of the road, but I had to buy this book so I could own this poem:

"Those with experience look for a special kind.
Red Globe, the skin slips off like a fine silk camisole.
Boy breaks one open with his hands.  Yes, it's good,
my old relatives say, but we'll look around.
They want me to stop at every peach stand
between Stonewall and Fredericksburg,
leave the air conditioner running,
jump out and ask the price. . . "

I've hunted all over the web trying to find this poem somewhere so I could share the entire poem.  Tried to see if Naomi Shihab Nye had shared it on her site (couldn't find one).  Watched a bunch of YouTube videos to see if she had recited it in a presentation.  Went to the publisher's site to try and ask permission to share, but the process is long and lengthy and perhaps even expensive.  To read the rest of the poem, you'll have to request the book from your library or buy the book.  You won't be disappointed!

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7 comments:

  1. I can see why you were taken with this poem. A delicious excerpt to be sure. I love Nye's work and will have to find this book :).

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  2. We have our own Colorado peaches, and they are "in". This is something like a timeline, peaches, then aspen gold leaves means fall is on its way. It's not at my library, will look elsewhere for it, Ramona. Thank you, it's lovely.

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  3. Ramona, this is a delightful poem with such a vibrant line that paints a great picture, "Red Globe, the skin slips off like a fine silk camisole." I met Naomi several times and am always mesmerized by her gentle presence and powerful voice.

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  4. This makes me want to run to our local farm stand and buy peaches today! I'll think of you as I savor their sweetness.

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  5. Hi, Ramona, how lovely to meet during Poetry Friday. Thanks for joining our Poetry Friday gathering this week-- and for sharing this nugget from Naomi. She is an absolute genius, isn't she? And the most generous soul. And being a Texan, I'm especially proud of her (and fond of peaches)!
    Sylvia

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  6. You have tempted me to find the whole poem so I can drip her words down my chin like peach juice!

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  7. This is such a tempting poem - makes me savour the memory of sweet juicy peaches on a hot summer's day. I especially love how 'the skin slips off like a fine silk camisole'. Beautiful.

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