Tag Archives: Donald Hall

On Year 5: November’s Poems


November:  one of my favorite months.  It just seems a release after all the colorful expectations of October.  Time to settle down, get the wood in, freeze all the food to last through the winter.  The leaves are gone.  The birds are gone.  The light, once Daylight Savings Time is over, is gone.  Hibernation is the …

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On Year 4: May’s Poems


The homestretch, the final month of the school year.  It’s been wet and squelchy, unsettled, cold.  The kids have been antsy and bad-tempered.  I’ve tried to give them poems that provided something warm and uplifting.  I’m not sure I was always successful–and quite frankly, this has been a year where the students have been really …

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On Year 4: November’s Poems


November is a blustery month, a month of bruisy skies and moaning winds.  A thousand years ago, when I was in sixth grade, in a classroom whose high windows looked over the gym roof at the empty gray skies, I remember the social studies teacher, Mr. York, saying how much he hated November, because it …

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On Year 4: September’s Poems


Of course, the school year actually started in August–doesn’t it always?  So there’s a bonus poem.  I faced the usual resistance among some of the kids who have never been in my class before:  do we have to listen to every poem?  Yes, I told them–every blasted one.  That pretty much answers that question, came the …

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On Year 3: November’s Poems


November is the month of birthdays of so many of my favorite people, including my two daughters, my poetic mother Laure-Anne Bosselaar, and the man who oversaw my creative thesis in grad school, Ted Deppe.  It’s also, I think, the most evocative month of the entire year: so brooding, like a Brontë novel.  This month …

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On Year 3: September’s Poems


Not to mention two in August! Back to school, and back to a poem a day to my classes.  How many times does one have to do something before it becomes a habit?  This will be the third year for me–the third year since I took this one simple idea away from the Frost Place …

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