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Apr 27, 2006 · One word for you. Outside my door, his hand too steady, his eyes too hard, is a boy who looks like your son, too. I open the door. Come in, I say. Come in and eat with us. The child steps in and ...
is a child who looks like mine. One word for you. Outside my door, his hand too steady, his eyes too hard. is a boy who looks like your son, too. I open the door. Come in, I say. Come in and eat with us.
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‘The Right Word‘ is quite serious in tone as it looks at people’s perspectives and looks to challenge the labels that are put on people by society. The poem is divided into 9 stanzas. The patterns of the stanzas help to delineate the narrator’s emotions as they struggle to right what they consider to be the black and white truth. When the narrator ...
First Stanza
This first stanza of ‘The Right Word‘ is very impactful. It is sharp and to the point. Taken in isolation we could assume from this opening line that the poem itself might just be about terrorism. What is also interesting is that Dharker uses the word shadow in this stanza. The shadows comes into play often in the poem as you will see as the poem progresses.
Second Stanza
Here we see the narrator question their first stanza, the effect of asking this question of themselves is to extend the stanza to a further line. It’s as if just questioning what has been said can contort what was thought to be true. The narrator then once again tries to describe the scene honestly. This time the character is taking shelter in the shadows rather than lurking in them and they are not referred to as a terrorist, but a freedom fighter. This is an interesting change in descriptio...
Third Stanza
Still, the narrator feels they haven’t got the description correct. This repetition gives the impression of a writer that is really struggling to get the description that paints the most honest and legitimate picture. Although the description of the person in this stanza seems far more harsh, more of a character assassination if you will, the description of their actions seems less harsh, they are not considered to be lurking, as in the first stanza, but waiting, although this still certainly...
Imtiaz Dharker is a Pakistan born poet. She lived most of her early life in Glasgow but married a Welshman, and (despite her husband losing his battle with cancer) she now divides her time between London, Wales, and Mumbai/ Her poetry is varied but often concerns itself with themessuch as feminism and as is the case with this poem displacement.
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Imtiaz Dharker. Imtiaz Dharker grew up a Muslim Calvinist in a Lahori household in Glasgow, was adopted by India and married into Wales. She is an accomplished artist and documentary film-maker, and has published six books with Bloodaxe, Postcards from god (including Purdah) (1997), I Speak for the Devil (2001), The terrorist at my table (2006), Leaving Fingerprints (2009), Over the Moon (2014 ...
In Imtiaz Dharker 's poem "The right word," she demonstrates the way that words influence identity and perception. While encountering a boy standing outside her door, the speaker in the poem struggles to contextualize what is happening. The first stanza reads, "Outside the door, / lurking in the shadows, / is a terrorist" (Lines 1-3).
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Jan 10, 2016 · Imtiaz Dharker explores how words create our understanding rather than objectively reflect reality – and the effect this has on our relationships with people unlike ourselves. 'The Right Word' by Imtiaz Dharker Outside the door, lurking in the shadows, is a terrorist. Is that the wrong….
Imtiaz Dharker reads her poem The right word from ‘The terrorist at my table’Filmed at the English and Media CentreDrawings by Imtiaz Dharker. Length: 1.21m Topics: Conflict, Identity, Politics, Violence, War, Comment on this poem below. Share this poem. Add to favourites.
