Grade In this quiet, evocative voyage through time, an Egyptian mummy looks back on her life. In her own time, Heb-Nefert was the wife of the pharaoh’s. I Am the Mummy Heb-nefert [Eve Bunting, David Christiana] on * FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. A mummy recalls her past life in ancient. I Am the Mummy Heb-Nefert. Eve Bunting, Author, David Christiana, Illustrator Harcourt Children’s Books $15 (32p) ISBN
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The book is told in a very loose, lovely verse, as a young girl from thousands of years ago relates the remarkable story of her life and afterlife:. My arms are folded On my hollow chest Where once my live heart beat.
I Am the Mummy Heb-Nefert by Eve Bunting
My ears are holes That hear no sound. Bunting unobtrusively weaves many authentic details th ancient Egyptian life into her story, always with the stress on how natural everything was to the people who were living it all.
Handmaidens dressed me every day. They kept my head so sweetly shaved, Pumiced and polished till it shone.
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They painted me with yellow dye, Darkened the lashes of my eyes with kohl, Shadowed my lids with blue, The hrb-nefert of the evening sky. My nails were hennaed red as jasper beads, My flaxen wig was jewel woven.
And on the top A cone of scented fat Melted to liquid in the summer warmth And smelled of flowers. We sailed upon the Nile, My lord hfb-nefert I, The wildfowl rising from the reeds Along the bank, The ripples of the sacred river Soft against our boat. Sometimes we saw a hippopotamus, Great jaws agape, A crocodile.
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But we were ever safe. The servant girls would come On soundless feet And bring us fruit — grapes, dates, and figs — The baskets balanced on their heads, A cloth of linen spread Beneath a canopy that kept us from the sun.
And we would feast While harpists played. Time eventually passes for the pair, and while still young, Heb-Nefert dies. She floats above herself and watches the complex process of her own mummification. And soon enough she watches her mmummy one approaching the afterlife as well — and their shared journey toward the incomprehensible:.
My Noble One grew old And also left that life To lie at last beside me In the night that followed night.
Time passed and time, Dark time and years, Till we were found, Our bodies moved, Placed in glass coffins Under lights In quiet rooms. I rose above myself and watched As people came, They peered into the cases where we lay. They spoke, The words unknown to me But understood as they were said. This … and this? Heb-Nefert was no wise woman in her own time, no prophet or seer.
Nevertheless, her words as she becomes aware of these awestruck museum gawkers are suffused with a serene wisdom that utterly, wonderfully preserves the weird, imperative dignity of the ancient Egyptians. The concluding line of I am the Mummy Heb-Nefert never fails to move me in its quiet, knowing way:.
How foolish that they do not see How all things change, And so will they.
Three thousand years from now They will be dust and bones. Do you know Sleeping Dragons All Around? Can someone help me out by emailing the line to me? I am the Mummy Heb-Nefert!
The book is told in a very loose, lovely verse, as a young girl from thousands of years ago relates the remarkable story of her life and afterlife: And soon enough she watches her loved one approaching the afterlife as well — and their shared journey toward the incomprehensible: The concluding line of I am the Mummy Heb-Nefert never hrb-nefert to move me in its quiet, knowing way: Once I was beautiful. That sounds—and looks—like a wonderful book. I found it in mumjy local used bookstore today!
And in perfect condition, too!