National Poem in your Pocket Day
April 17, 2008
They did it! My students really showed up with poems in their pockets!
Ok, so I assigned it for homework. It wasn’t an option. They’re too cool to do anything like that on their own right now. Everything must be forced, like spring paperwhites.
My favorite was this one: it suited the boy who chose it so very perfectly:
GARDENER by Shel Silverstein
We gave you a chance
To water the plants.
We didn’t mean that way–
Now zip up your pants.
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1.
Mom | April 18, 2008 at 12:32 am
Ahhhhh — fifth graders just before vacation and the last month and a half of school. What could be worse? They will attack middle school in the fall with all the hormones and angst that only a 12 year old can muster, but for this moment bathroom humor still prevails. Peace is all we can wish for their teacher.
Happy beach time. xxxx A.
2.
Rush and Sarah | April 18, 2008 at 10:25 am
And, thanks to you Jess, it’s National Poetry on my Screen Day. Fun!
3.
Anna | April 20, 2008 at 1:54 am
My favorite poem of all time starting now.
4.
Em | May 1, 2008 at 5:03 pm
one of my favorites:
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it’s
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
e.e. cummings
5.
Em | May 1, 2008 at 5:19 pm
one more spring poem I could not resist:
the
sky
was
can dy lu
minous
edible
spry
pinks shy
lemons
greens coo l choc
olate
s.
un der,
a lo
co
mo
tive s pout
ing
vi
o
lets
e.e. cummings
6.
Em | May 1, 2008 at 5:31 pm
ee cummings liked Spring, and I like ee cummings, so here’s one more, but this is the last one I swear:
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything