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Tag Archives: poetry
“oh antic God” By Lucille Clifton
oh antic God return to me my mother in her thirties leaned across the front porch the huge pillow of her breasts pressing against the rail summoning me in for bed. I am almost the dead woman’s age times two. … Continue reading
“A Prayer for Rain” by Lisel Mueller
Let it come down: these thicknesses of air have long enough walled love away from love; stillness has hardened until words despair of their high leaps and kisses shut themselves back into wishing. Crippled lovers lie against a weather which … Continue reading
Hazard Faces a Sunday in the Decline by William Meredith
We need the ceremony of one another, meals served, more love, more handling of one another with love, less casting out of those who are not of our own household. ‘This turkey is either not … Continue reading
[in Just-] by E. E. Cummings
in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and … Continue reading
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Tagged e.e.cummings, education, poetry, seasons, spring, teaching
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“A Teacher’s Lament” by Kalli Dakos
Don’t tell me the cat ate your math sheet, And your spelling words went down the drain, And you couldn’t decipher your homework, Because it was soaked in the rain. Don’t tell me you slaved for hours On the project … Continue reading
“My Father Teaches Me to Dream” by Jan Beatty
You want to know what work is? I’ll tell you what work is: Work is work. You get up. You get on the bus. You don’t look from side to side. You keep your eyes straight ahead. That way nobody … Continue reading
“Fever 103°” by Sylvia Plath
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerberus Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable Of licking clean The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. The tinder cries. The … Continue reading
Grumpy february
Sure, it is February, and we’re all tired, tired of winter, cold, dreary days, and too much cloud cover. Still, that’s no excuse for bad behavior, but it seems to be on an uptick lately. Gorilla Girl’s class is making … Continue reading
“February” by Margaret Atwood
Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat, a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It’s his way of telling whether … Continue reading
What it’s like to be the mom of two four-year olds adopted from Vietnam (for those who aren’t)
On Friday, I attended the CASE (Council for American Studies Education) Conference at the Chicago History Museum. I signed up months ago, when I envisioned February to be a time when I would have time on my hands and need … Continue reading
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Tagged education, identity, motherhood, poetry, teaching
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