It is amazing to me when a work of art is able to bridge the perceived apathy of high school students.
Tag: National Poetry Month
Day 19: The Flurry by Sharon Olds
Did her renown as a writer stop me from, after a few beers, emailing her and telling her that I might pee my pants if she actually responded?
Day 18: The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter by Ezra Pound
Another love poem, what? Don’t worry, it’s also about isolation and how your childhood rots away and stuff.
Day 17: Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
Ugh, gross, a love poem.
Day 16: Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota by James Wright
This one gobsmacked me.
Day 15: We Lived Happily During the War by Ilya Kaminsky
When I asked this man what he missed most while living on the street, his answer surprised me.
Day 14: Kissing a Horse by Robert Wrigley
How lucky was I to spend so many days of my childhood with horses?
Day 13: The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll
So is it weird that this poem reminds me of my mom?
Day 12: The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats
This Easter Sunday, you probably have plenty of feel-goods on your feed, so here I’m offering some balance! After all, why have hope when you could be hopeless?
Day 11: Yellow Glove by Naomi Shihab Nye
We’ve all got those steep, broken pathways in our histories, but I’d been wrong to assume that she and I’d shared the same idyllic childhood.
stuckandmericle.com 