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Call Me By My True Names: The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh
This definitive collection includes more than 100 poems composed over the last forty years. Thich Nhat Hanh's clarity shines forth in Call Me by My True Names, transforming the pain and difficulty of war and exile into a celebration of awareness and the human spirit.
206 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 1996
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Thich Nhat Hanh
957 books11.4k followersThích Nhất Hạnh was a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, teacher, author, poet and peace activist who then lived in southwest France where he was in exile for many years. Born Nguyễn Xuân Bảo, Thích Nhất Hạnh joined a Zen (Vietnamese: Thiền) monastery at the age of 16, and studied Buddhism as a novitiate. Upon his ordination as a monk in 1949, he assumed the Dharma name Thích Nhất Hạnh. Thích is an honorary family name used by all Vietnamese monks and nuns, meaning that they are part of the Shakya (Shakyamuni Buddha) clan. He was often considered the most influential living figure in the lineage of Lâm Tế (Vietnamese Rinzai) Thiền, and perhaps also in Zen Buddhism as a whole.
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July 8, 2019
Here is the impermanent
and yet continuously flowing world.
And, complicated. . . don't forget complicated world.
These poems, written by Thich Nhat Hanh, are divided up into two sections in this collection: Historical Dimension (written primarily during the '60s, during the war in Vietnam) and Ultimate Dimension (written primarily during the early '70s through the early '90s).
The poems in Historical Dimension are sometimes wonderful, sometimes controversial, sometimes spiritual, sometimes banal.
Thich Nhat Hanh goes from telling the reader:
Humans are not our enemies—even those called “Vietcong.”
to judging First World citizens in the 1960s for their lack of involvement in his country's crisis:
You used the grain that could have fed my brother to produce your steak, and your pile of steaks is now so high that it hides the sun.
There are moments when we are all good people, moments when we are all callous people, and moments when the downtrodden people are clearly superior to the affluent people.
Some of the messages are so stunning:
This body is not you.
You are life without boundaries.
You have never been born, you will never die.
We have always been glad together and will always be.
Some of the messages are so terribly confusing. . . Sometimes I found myself fully in the grasp of his fervor, other moments I was like. . . Wait, hold on a damn minute! You wrote these poems about your suffering countrymen, pointed your finger all around the world at who wasn't being helpful, but you wrote them from the countryside of France??
The poems in Ultimate Dimension are generally more Buddhist in nature. Again, some are uplifting, some are didactic in nature, and some are a little. . . egotistical?? There was an uncomfortable (for me) amount of name-dropping and self-promotion that I found odd, coming from a famous Buddhist writer.
Sigh.
I can't quite tackle this work as a lit teacher, a writer or an American woman. The poetry is too complicated in its overall intention. The potential for controversy here is so great, I will end this with one of his poems that I believe has universal appeal. I mean, aren't we all interested in good news??
They don't publish
the good news.
The good news is published
by us.
We have a special edition every moment,
and we need you to read it.
The good news is that you are alive
and the linden tree is still there,
standing firm in the harsh Winter. . .
They only print what is wrong. . .
Listen! You have ears that can hear it.
Bow your head.
Listen to it.
Leave behind the world of sorrow
and preoccupation
and get free.
The latest good news
is that you can do it.
and yet continuously flowing world.
And, complicated. . . don't forget complicated world.
These poems, written by Thich Nhat Hanh, are divided up into two sections in this collection: Historical Dimension (written primarily during the '60s, during the war in Vietnam) and Ultimate Dimension (written primarily during the early '70s through the early '90s).
The poems in Historical Dimension are sometimes wonderful, sometimes controversial, sometimes spiritual, sometimes banal.
Thich Nhat Hanh goes from telling the reader:
Humans are not our enemies—even those called “Vietcong.”
to judging First World citizens in the 1960s for their lack of involvement in his country's crisis:
You used the grain that could have fed my brother to produce your steak, and your pile of steaks is now so high that it hides the sun.
There are moments when we are all good people, moments when we are all callous people, and moments when the downtrodden people are clearly superior to the affluent people.
Some of the messages are so stunning:
This body is not you.
You are life without boundaries.
You have never been born, you will never die.
We have always been glad together and will always be.
Some of the messages are so terribly confusing. . . Sometimes I found myself fully in the grasp of his fervor, other moments I was like. . . Wait, hold on a damn minute! You wrote these poems about your suffering countrymen, pointed your finger all around the world at who wasn't being helpful, but you wrote them from the countryside of France??
The poems in Ultimate Dimension are generally more Buddhist in nature. Again, some are uplifting, some are didactic in nature, and some are a little. . . egotistical?? There was an uncomfortable (for me) amount of name-dropping and self-promotion that I found odd, coming from a famous Buddhist writer.
Sigh.
I can't quite tackle this work as a lit teacher, a writer or an American woman. The poetry is too complicated in its overall intention. The potential for controversy here is so great, I will end this with one of his poems that I believe has universal appeal. I mean, aren't we all interested in good news??
They don't publish
the good news.
The good news is published
by us.
We have a special edition every moment,
and we need you to read it.
The good news is that you are alive
and the linden tree is still there,
standing firm in the harsh Winter. . .
They only print what is wrong. . .
Listen! You have ears that can hear it.
Bow your head.
Listen to it.
Leave behind the world of sorrow
and preoccupation
and get free.
The latest good news
is that you can do it.
August 13, 2008
Thich Nhat Hanh's poetry is known for its haunting, lyrical quality. There can be no better way of conveying a sense of this than by reproducing the title poem here. Very highly recommended.
Please Call Me by My True Names
Don't say that I will depart tomorrow --
even today I am still arriving.
Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.
I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.
I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the Politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.
My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.
-Call Me By My True Names:
The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh
Please Call Me by My True Names
Don't say that I will depart tomorrow --
even today I am still arriving.
Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.
I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.
I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the Politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.
My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.
-Call Me By My True Names:
The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh
April 22, 2020
Many beautiful poems written by the author who has taught the world so much about mindfulness meditation.
April 21, 2023
This is a mostly older collection of poems, and I think what came across most of all is how much suffering Thay experienced, because he put himself in places with those who suffered. Many of the poems just bring that quality of presence and grounded compassion as his response to those situations. It’s not frilly, and it is often gloomy, but you hear his heart. I felt a tender sense of missing him as I read them, even though so many of his poems are about how even after death we are together.
I kept a few for my collection and I think my favorite is Our True Heritage. The one that most broke me open, especially in light of this week’s headlines, is Recommendation. Those are worth looking up.
I kept a few for my collection and I think my favorite is Our True Heritage. The one that most broke me open, especially in light of this week’s headlines, is Recommendation. Those are worth looking up.
August 30, 2023
There were some really haunting poems in the first half, esp coupled with the notes section after some of them. The second half got a bit too didactic for me, I feel like maybe a lot of it would work better in prose.
favorites: for warmth, night prayer, structure of suchness, those that have not exploded, let me give back to our motherland, the lonely watchtower, the fruit of awareness is ripe, the boat people, the fisherman and the fish, armfuls of poetry
favorites: for warmth, night prayer, structure of suchness, those that have not exploded, let me give back to our motherland, the lonely watchtower, the fruit of awareness is ripe, the boat people, the fisherman and the fish, armfuls of poetry
October 27, 2023
I was introduced to this book through an interview of environmentalist icon Joanna Macy on the podcast series of Thich Nhat Hanh's Plum Village Buddhist community called "The Way Out Is In." Macy read from this book and chose the poem by the same name, "Please Call Me By My True Names." Her reading was powerful, as is the poem itself, and stuck with me until I finally bought the book.
I read the book slowly each day following my practice with a Plum Village affiliated Sangha and found it a good companion to mindful sitting and walking in Thich Nhat Hanh's (i.e. "Thay's") tradition. I would highly recommend it to anyone Interested in continuing Thay or seeing deeper into his life and thinking. However, I am glad I first read his early journals in the book "Fragrant Palm Leaves," through which I learned much about Thay's life as a young monk and activist during the Vietnam war. Those early years had much influence on the rest of Thay's life and also the poetry in this book, especially the first part of the book which contains poems about the Historical Dimension.* Having read both books I can see just how amazing Thay was to turn out like he did after living through so much death, destruction, war, loss and banishment from his homeland.
*Historical dimension - in Plum Village Buddhism there are two dimensions, the Historical where we experience every day life, and the Ultimate Dimension of freedom, peace and joy also known as Nirvana. These two dimensions are not separate but present in every moment of life.
I read the book slowly each day following my practice with a Plum Village affiliated Sangha and found it a good companion to mindful sitting and walking in Thich Nhat Hanh's (i.e. "Thay's") tradition. I would highly recommend it to anyone Interested in continuing Thay or seeing deeper into his life and thinking. However, I am glad I first read his early journals in the book "Fragrant Palm Leaves," through which I learned much about Thay's life as a young monk and activist during the Vietnam war. Those early years had much influence on the rest of Thay's life and also the poetry in this book, especially the first part of the book which contains poems about the Historical Dimension.* Having read both books I can see just how amazing Thay was to turn out like he did after living through so much death, destruction, war, loss and banishment from his homeland.
*Historical dimension - in Plum Village Buddhism there are two dimensions, the Historical where we experience every day life, and the Ultimate Dimension of freedom, peace and joy also known as Nirvana. These two dimensions are not separate but present in every moment of life.
December 26, 2023
Skończyłem to wieki temu, ale zapominam odznaczać czasami, plus czas świąt od siedmiu boleści mnie dobijał, więc będę po kolei odznaczał
April 20, 2024
can be skipped. i prefer TNH's philosophical works among his teachings. something by "the master instructs thee" tone in poetry just doesn't resonate with me.
for me, the poetry collected by Czeslaw Milosz in "A Book of Luminous Things" has a similar set of messages with more nuance and wisdom
for me, the poetry collected by Czeslaw Milosz in "A Book of Luminous Things" has a similar set of messages with more nuance and wisdom
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November 28, 2022DNF. Too deep for me in parts, very sad in others. I’m not ready for this one yet.
June 29, 2009
As a truly compassionate man, Thich Nhat Hanh acts as bridge between the realm of art and the realm of self. In truth, barriers dissolve and the reader is left to contemplate that essence, that substance we might point to when our gaze turns inward.
What is that tenderness, that resiliency, that churning, that sorrow? It dwells in all of us. And so his poems, which are poems, call us back to each other. There is fierce love in these poems. And, against all odds, there is a real attempt to heal and to make whole.
Poetry rarely looks so striking-- so strikingly like prayer. Usually the poet rages or rallies against the Other in order to create. Thick Nhat Hanh opens his poetry to all that would harm, diminish, even squelch who and what he loves, and he takes these elements into the poetry and into himself to show us our world.
The suffering that he exposes is the suffering of the poet, and the poet "is" us.
What is that tenderness, that resiliency, that churning, that sorrow? It dwells in all of us. And so his poems, which are poems, call us back to each other. There is fierce love in these poems. And, against all odds, there is a real attempt to heal and to make whole.
Poetry rarely looks so striking-- so strikingly like prayer. Usually the poet rages or rallies against the Other in order to create. Thick Nhat Hanh opens his poetry to all that would harm, diminish, even squelch who and what he loves, and he takes these elements into the poetry and into himself to show us our world.
The suffering that he exposes is the suffering of the poet, and the poet "is" us.
January 27, 2017
"If we kill men, what brothers will we have left? With whom shall we live then?"
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April 20, 2017A little intense for me at this moment. in the future I'll find this book again and love it
August 26, 2017
Beautiful poems for peace and endurance in the face of insurmountable odds, just the right balm for our times as they were during the Vietnam War.
March 2, 2020
I’m glad I read this book — I almost had to, as a lover of poetry and a reader of Thich Nhat Hanh's for almost 30 years — but I wouldn’t recommend this book to anyone. The poetry is too often didactic, hard to grasp, or just sort of weird. And for the poems that impart Buddhist teachings, their messages are much better told in prose form in other books.
I quite enjoyed two aspects, though. One is that some of these poems were written before he became quite so famous (when MLK nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize in 1966, I think) so the peek into his earlier writings was fun. And the best part were his explanations of many of the poems. I'd read one and think "Well, that was kind of a misfire" and he'd note how it'd inspired someone to immolate themselves in opposition to the government or forced his exile or inspired a popular folk song, or some such story that meant I clearly hadn't understood the depth of its message.
While I found a few poems quite moving and memorable such as "Condemnation" and "Earth Touching," the sheer number of poems that I couldn't connect with means that I can’t go higher than three stars.
Condemnation
Listen to this:
yesterday six Vietcong came through my village,
and because of this, the village was bombed.
Every soul was killed.
When I returned to the village the next day,
there was nothing but clouds of dust —
the pagoda without roof or altar,
only the foundations of houses,
the bamboo thickets burned away.
Here in the presence of the undisturbed stars,
in the invisible presence of all people still alive on Earth,,
let me raise my voice to denounce this dreadful war,
this murder of brothers by brothers!
Whoever is listening, be my witness:
I cannot accept this war.
I never could, I never will.
I must say this a thousand times before I am killed.
I am like the bird who dies for the sake of its mate,
dripping blood from its broken beak and crying out,
"Beware! Turn around and face your real enemies —
ambition, violence, hatred, and greed."
Humans are not our enemies — even those called "Vietcong."
If we kill our brothers and sisters, what will we have left?
With whom then shall we live?
And then here is part of the note at the bottom of the poem: This antiwar poem was written in 1964 and printed in the Buddhist Weekly Hai Trieu Am (The Sound of the Rising Tide), circulation 50,000. I earned the title "antiwar poet" and was denounced as a pro-communist propagandist.
I quite enjoyed two aspects, though. One is that some of these poems were written before he became quite so famous (when MLK nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize in 1966, I think) so the peek into his earlier writings was fun. And the best part were his explanations of many of the poems. I'd read one and think "Well, that was kind of a misfire" and he'd note how it'd inspired someone to immolate themselves in opposition to the government or forced his exile or inspired a popular folk song, or some such story that meant I clearly hadn't understood the depth of its message.
While I found a few poems quite moving and memorable such as "Condemnation" and "Earth Touching," the sheer number of poems that I couldn't connect with means that I can’t go higher than three stars.
Condemnation
Listen to this:
yesterday six Vietcong came through my village,
and because of this, the village was bombed.
Every soul was killed.
When I returned to the village the next day,
there was nothing but clouds of dust —
the pagoda without roof or altar,
only the foundations of houses,
the bamboo thickets burned away.
Here in the presence of the undisturbed stars,
in the invisible presence of all people still alive on Earth,,
let me raise my voice to denounce this dreadful war,
this murder of brothers by brothers!
Whoever is listening, be my witness:
I cannot accept this war.
I never could, I never will.
I must say this a thousand times before I am killed.
I am like the bird who dies for the sake of its mate,
dripping blood from its broken beak and crying out,
"Beware! Turn around and face your real enemies —
ambition, violence, hatred, and greed."
Humans are not our enemies — even those called "Vietcong."
If we kill our brothers and sisters, what will we have left?
With whom then shall we live?
And then here is part of the note at the bottom of the poem: This antiwar poem was written in 1964 and printed in the Buddhist Weekly Hai Trieu Am (The Sound of the Rising Tide), circulation 50,000. I earned the title "antiwar poet" and was denounced as a pro-communist propagandist.
September 8, 2021
The Vietnamese Buddhist monk, teacher, and peace activist shows himself to be a truly accomplished poet whose beliefs permeate all of his poems. The war in Vietnam had a huge, disturbing impact on him as a young man and many of the poems derive from his memories and thoughts of that war. A beautiful collection gathered from over 40 years of his writing.
September 4, 2022
This was a truly meditative poetry collection by the renowned Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh, most written from his younger days. His wisdom and his perspective and his insight were timeless testaments of what it is to be human with suffering, death, war, and at the same time beauty, birth, and love. I really loved his poems in part 2: Ultimate Dimension.
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June 9, 2023Really amazing foreword written by Ocean Vuong-- read it twice. The first part of the collection focuses on poems written during the Vietnam War and they are brutal. The work then moves towards more nature and Buddhist themes.
Favorite poems in this collection:
East & West
Existence
Unclasp
Silence
Movement
Going In Circles
Favorite poems in this collection:
East & West
Existence
Unclasp
Silence
Movement
Going In Circles
April 10, 2024
Every single page was something to deeply reflect on, it is something to read when you want comfort, insight, and calm. The first sections focus more on the Vietnam war and are deeply emotional, but the succeeding sections take on a world of their own, recounting memories, stories, and lifelong lessons.
Will definitely read again! 10/10
Touch each moment deeply.
Will definitely read again! 10/10
Touch each moment deeply.
November 17, 2023
Though he may be more famous for his other works and achievements, Thich Nhat Hanh's Call Me By My True Names is a must-read. Every poem is a meditation on life, despite being interrupted by the horrors of war or any other issues. Cannot recommend enough
November 14, 2018
I didn’t know that Master wrote poems until I got this book into my hands. They are difficult yet pretty. I love the most the one which starts the same as the title of this book.
Shelved as 'interrupted-or-abandoned'
October 17, 2020I was really enjoying this book, but the mildew smell in the copy I had just got to bed. Looking forward to a fresh new copy
August 19, 2022
A long and joyful ponder. Reflection and joy for supporting the practice. An inspiration for poetry.
November 9, 2022
So beautiful and heartfelt -- glad I finally read the entire book.
March 27, 2023
ngl i read this purely for OV's intro (#worthit)
April 10, 2023
Stunning
April 10, 2023
Captivated by “interbeing” and ideas of suchness.
There has not been a moment where we have not inter-been.
There has not been a moment where we have not inter-been.
December 26, 2023
so beautiful, some familiar some new to me, i plan to keep it nearby to return to many times.
December 30, 2020
hope & suffering & light & infinite atomic reincarnation!!!! simple words, profound message. (did this title influence aciman?)
August 15, 2023
Poems, you know the things. Mostly about being a Buddhist.
March 8, 2023
Haunting while written with so much compassion and other worldly wisdom. I’m grateful that I have this book in my library
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