Tag Archives: William Stafford

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: October’s Poems


The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer.  The air grows colder, and I abandon my sandals for socks and shoes.  The boys in my classes are thinking about hunting–some of the girls are, too.  From the windows of my classroom, I can see the leaves turn on the old maples between the school and …

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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: 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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