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Slow and Steady, Kay Ryan’s “Turtle” Poem Will Win Your Heart

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Slow and Steady, Kay Ryan’s “Turtle” Poem Will Win Your Heart

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Poetry teems with charismatic beasts, from Shelley’s skylark to “Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers.” A comprehensive anthology of zoological verse would be fat with doggerel and birdsong, limericks and nursery rhymes, nightingales, foxes and toads.

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But let’s slow down and take it one creature — and one poem — at a time. Consider the turtle, as captured by Kay Ryan.

Turtles may not have the charm or charisma of other beasts — they don’t dominate the human imagination like eagles or lions, or domesticate it like dogs or cats — but they have a notable presence in literature and myth. They are symbols of wisdom and longevity; their shells are sturdy enough to hold up the world. The cosmos, in one famous account, consists of “turtles all the way down.”

In Aesop’s fable, the turtle (traditionally called a tortoise, which is a type of turtle) is a winner, a perpetual underdog who defeats the arrogant hare. The tortoise’s slowness turns out to be a virtue.

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Aesop’s fable of the tortoise and the hare, as illustrated by Milo Winter.

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In Ryan’s poem, the turtle’s physical attributes — her cumbersome shell and short legs, above all — seem only to be liabilities. That armor may have evolved as protection against predators, but it’s a lot of baggage for a poor, halting herbivore to lug around. Her patience isn’t going to win her any races: It’s her best response to a tough break; a way of making light of a heavy situation.

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But at the same time, the poem’s mood and manner, its sense and sound, defy the constraints of turtleness. To read it a second time — or aloud — is to note how nimbly and swiftly it moves.

Want to learn this poem by heart? We’ll help.

Hearing a poem can make it more memorable. Listen to A.O. Scott read this one:

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Who would be a turtle who could help it? 

A barely mobile hard roll, a fouroared helmet, 

she can ill afford the chances she must take 

in rowing toward the grasses that she eats. 

Her track is graceless, like dragging 

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a packing case places, and almost any slope 

defeats her modest hopes. Even being practical, 

shes often stuck up to the axle on her way 

to something edible. With everything optimal, 

she skirts the ditch which would convert 

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her shell into a serving dish. She lives 

below lucklevel, never imagining some lottery 

will change her load of pottery to wings. 

Her only levity is patience, 

the sport of truly chastened things. 

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Who would be a turtle who could help it? 

A barely mobile hard roll, a fouroared helmet, 

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A barely mobile hard roll, a fouroared helmet, 

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Video: ‘Flesh’ by David Szalay Wins 2025 Booker Prize

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‘Flesh’ by David Szalay Wins 2025 Booker Prize

David Szalay became the first British Hungarian to win the prestigious Booker Prize for his novel “Flesh.”

“I think fiction can take risks. I think it’s one of the things that it can do. It can take aesthetic risks, formal risks, perhaps even moral risks, which many other forms, narrative forms, can’t quite do to the same extent.” “I think all six of the books in the short list really, you know, not — it’s not saying this is the headline theme, but there is that theme of reaching out, wanting a connection.”

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David Szalay became the first British Hungarian to win the prestigious Booker Prize for his novel “Flesh.”

By Shawn Paik

November 11, 2025

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Test Yourself on the Settings Mentioned in These Novels About Road Trips

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Test Yourself on the Settings Mentioned in These Novels About Road Trips

A strong sense of place can deeply influence a story, and in some cases, the setting can even feel like a character itself. This week’s literary geography quiz highlights the starting points or destinations of five novels about road trips. (Even if you aren’t familiar with the book, most questions offer an additional hint about the location.) To play, just make your selection in the multiple-choice list and the correct answer will be revealed. At the end of the quiz, you’ll find links to the books if you’d like to do further reading.

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This Poem About Monet’s “Water Lilies” Reflects on the Powers and Limits of Art

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This Poem About Monet’s “Water Lilies” Reflects on the Powers and Limits of Art

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In the midst of the world’s unrelenting horribleness, it’s important to make room for beauty. True! But also something of a truism, an idea that comes to hand a little too easily to be trusted. The proclamation that art matters — that, in difficult times, it helps — can sound like a shopworn self-care mantra.

So instead of musing on generalities, maybe we should focus our attention on a particular aesthetic experience. Instead of declaring the importance of art, we could look at a painting. Or we could read a poem.

A poem, as it happens, about looking at a painting.

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Hayden did not take the act of seeing for granted. His eyesight was so poor that he described himself as “purblind”; as a child he was teased for his thick-framed glasses. Monet’s Giverny paintings, whose blurriness is sometimes ascribed to the painter’s cataracts, may have revealed to the poet not so much a new way of looking as one that he already knew.

Read in isolation, this short poem might seem to celebrate — and to exemplify — an art divorced from politics. Monet’s depiction of his garden, like the garden itself, offers a refuge from the world.

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Claude Monet in his garden in 1915.

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“Ceux de Chez Nous,” by Sacha Guitry, via Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

But “Selma” and “Saigon” don’t just represent headlines to be pushed aside on the way to the museum. They point toward the turmoil that preoccupied the poetry of Hayden and many of his contemporaries.

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“Monet’s ‘Waterlilies’” was published in a 1970 collection called “Words in the Mourning Time.” The title poem is an anguished response to the assassinations of Robert F. Kennedy and the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and to the deepening quagmire in Vietnam. Another poem in the volume is a long elegy for Malcolm X. Throughout his career (he died in 1980, at 66), Hayden returned frequently to the struggles and tragedies of Black Americans, including his own family.

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Robert Hayden in 1971.

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Born in Detroit in 1913, Hayden, the first Black American to hold the office now known as poet laureate of the United States, was part of a generation of poets — Gwendolyn Brooks, Dudley Randall, Margaret Danner and others — who came of age between the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s and the Black Arts movement of the ’60s.

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A poet of modernist sensibilities and moderate temperament, he didn’t adopt the revolutionary rhetoric of the times, and was criticized by some of his more radical peers for the quietness of his voice and the formality of his diction.

But his contemplative style makes room for passion.

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