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On Year 5: December’s Poems


  Winter, to quote Eddard Stark, is coming. There are so many poems about cold and snow and ice.  Perhaps it’s simply the hunkering down we have to do in the storm that makes poets write that storm down.  Imagine them, if you will, huddled next to the wood fire, blowing on cold hands before …

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On the Second January’s Poems


I can’t begin to tell you how much I hate winter.  It worries me terribly.  Everything is so much harder, and darker, and more expensive.  Twice this month I’ve taken a header, once in the driveway, once in the parking lot at the Indian Island School on the way to a basketball game.  Winter hurts.  …

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On the Second December’s Poems


This has been a distinctly odd month, weather-wise:  warm when it should have been cold, rain when there should have been snow.  As always, we plug along to the death of the old year, the days growing shorter, the darkness stretching.  This month, though, some of the boys have been asking for poems with hunting, …

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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 May’s Poems, and a Bit of Reflection


To all intents and purposes, this was the last month for my daily poetry reading experiment:  the last day of class for seniors was Wednesday, May 25th, and quite frankly, I had the poem chosen for that day for quite some time. And it has been an experiment.  Because I started every class this year …

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On April’s Poems


It’s National Poetry Month!  We must throw a month-long party now!  My friends Karen, Teri, Lisa, Diana, Maureen, and a whole slew of other people started the month off right by going to a workshop/presentation by Baron Wormser on Saturday the 2nd, in Hallowell.  What a great way to start this month–any month.  Baron gave …

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On Line Breaks and Coffee Breaks


This is Jorgensen’s: This is my friend Lisa: If you put those two together, add a bagel and a vanilla cappuccino, and throw in a discussion about line breaks and other matters of poetic importance, you have my morning.  A very productive and mind-bending morning, I might add:  the kind I don’t get often enough, …

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On December’s Poems


Another short month.  Only 16 class days in December, before the Christmas break; only, then, 16 poems–but we lost one because of the snow day early in the month.  Simply because winter began in this month, I decided that we should read poems about snow.  Emerson’s “The Snowstorm” conveniently appeared on The Writer’s Almanac on …

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On September’s Poems


When I came home from my week at the Frost Place back at the beginning of July, I started toying with one of the suggestions I’d heard there:  to start each class period by reading a poem.  That idea seemed somehow radical–most of my students didn’t like poetry; most of the ones who did only …

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