Tag Archives: Jane Kenyon

On Year 5: March’s Poems


This is the month which, proverbially, comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.  We’re waiting for that lamb.  Snow, snow and more snow, and on days when there isn’t any snow falling, the temperatures are frigid.  However, the first day of spring comes in March, and somehow that always makes people …

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On Year 5: August & September’s Poems


This month marked the beginning of the fifth year of reading a poem a day to my students.  All of them.  Every period, every day.  Such a simple thing to do–and yet.  We don’t do it.  We live in a school culture which devalues poems, calls them “hard,” and makes students frightened of them.  That’s a …

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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: March’s Poems


March is supposed to come in like a lion and go out like a lamb.  Right.  This year, March came in like a lion, stayed like a lion, and is going out complete with sleet and snow and–in the yard outside my classroom windows–still two feet of snow.  Blasted lion.  Spring ostensibly is here, or …

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On Year 4: February’s Poems


Despite being the shortest month, and despite being a month in which we have a week’s vacation, February is always difficult.  Perhaps it’s the cold–and it has been very cold.  In any case, it is a month that always seems to inspire poets to write cold poems.  In its own dark way, February is inspirational.  That’s …

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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: April’s Poems


April is the cruelest month, and the coolest.  April is, of course, celebrated as National Poetry Month.  In April, just like Chaucer’s pilgrims, I always feel restless when the snow recedes and the flowers begin teasing, when the birds come back, when the mud oozes forth.    In the poetic realm, I am not, by …

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On Year 3: March’s Poems


March is the most difficult month in school:  everyone is exhausted.  Perhaps it’s because it’s winter’s last hurrah?  However, it’s also, fortunately, the month when spring fights its way in, so there’s something to look forward to.  Ah, and the advent of Daylight Savings Time, when it is lighter later in the afternoon.  My list …

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On Year 3: February’s Poems


This month I was ambivalent.  I wanted to read poems about love, after a fashion, because of Valentine’s Day.  But this February was also full of winter, full of snow, and so many snow poems presented themselves.  Thus, I waffled back and forth.  Top this all off with a healthy dose of restlessness, and there …

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On Year 3: October’s Poems


What an odd month!  It started out as Octoberish as they come, but ended with a hurricane that brought the temperatures up into the unseasonable 60’s–along with enough rain to flood the cellar, and the C wing in our school building.  Here it is, Halloween, and I am surrounded by high-school-aged ghouls…and in addition to …

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