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On Year 3: May’s Poems


May.  The last month of classes here at school, and one of the longest.  Thus there are many days to read poems, and as I have been in a spring-y kind of mood (who wouldn’t be, after this crazy winter?) I’ve been stocking up on spring-y poems.  Flowers, sunshine.  Bring on the summer, please, and …

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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: January’s Poems


January!  What a hard month.  The cruelest one–don’t you believe anyone who tells you that’s April.  The big come-down off the holiday high, the wind howling down from the north, freezing everything it touches…and then suddenly, a day with a warm south wind that gives you a hint of what you’ve been missing, before yanking you …

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On Year 3: December’s Poems


Sometimes an amazing thing happens.  You are plugging away, sharing the news article of the week, as chosen by the librarian, with your classes:  it happens to be about a fire in a Bangladeshi garment factory, and a boy says, “That reminds me of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory!”…So you dig out your age-old copy of Fragments …

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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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On the Second November’s Poems


In school, November, traditionally, is the shortest month.  That means, of course, the fewest number of poems for my classes.  November is also deer- hunting month here in mountainous central Maine, so many of the poems I chose for the month had to do with deer, and the woods, and things that the boys in …

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On the Second October’s Poems


This month didn’t really start out well.  Personally.  One of the best and most neurotic cats I’ve ever had died on the 1st, so I chose Thomas Gray to start off the month.  It seemed a perfect tribute to Sunshine the Spaz Cat:  sad yet humorous (I was sad, but she’d always been humorous). I …

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On January’s Poems


Back from vacation! The only boy in third period, when faced with Baron Wormser’s poem early in the month, demanded more snow poems.  One of the girls informed him that “those were for last month.”  He said he didn’t care; he liked snowmobiling.  Such is the logic of the 17-year-old mind some days. The reason …

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