As an undergraduate lit major, I read a lot about iambic pentameter. Ten beats per line, alternating weak with strong: weak strong weak strong weak strong weak strong weak strong Shakespeare’s sonnets […]
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The Afternoon Sun This room, how well I know it. Now they’re renting it, and the one next to it, as offices. The whole house has become an office building
In the past week I collected two startling and fun pages out of our 1st Grade students’ poetry journals. First, a poem by a boy who’s very much into writing
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Like the previous post, these poems were written by students at the Bronx Charter School for Better Learning, where I work as Professional Development Specialist. Almost all were written in
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These poems were written by students at the Bronx Charter School for Better Learning, where I work as Professional Development Specialist. Almost all were written in the classroom in journals and
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The Peddler of Flowers I came from the country With flowers, Larkspur and roses, Fretted lilies In their leaves, And long, cool lavender. I carried them From house to house,
Park Going to Sleep The shadows under the trees And in the vines by the boat-house Grow dark, And the lamps gleam softly. On the street, far off, The sound
Note: This was one of my all-time favorite poems in high school. I found it in our 11th Grade English textbook and, awe-struck, showed it to my teacher, Mrs. Monod.
Miracles Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over
Annual Appointment with My Accountant Another night, another year. At dawn The clock exploded in my ear. I woke And staggered to the train. The mist stretched on The Hudson like