The Moon in Poetry
I remember The crackle of the palm trees Over the mooned white roofs of the town… The shining town… And the tender fumbling of the surf On the sulphur-yellow beaches […]
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I remember The crackle of the palm trees Over the mooned white roofs of the town… The shining town… And the tender fumbling of the surf On the sulphur-yellow beaches […]
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The Dark Hills Dark hills at evening in the west, Where sunset hovers like a sound Of golden horns that sang to rest Old bones of warriors under ground, Far
When I Rise Up When I rise up above the earth, And look down on the things that fetter me, I beat my wings upon the air, Or tranquil lie,
The Wine Drinkers The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun. Their lack of success in love has made them torpid. They move their fans with a motion
You, Andrew Marvell And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth’s noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night: To feel
Imagery The tremulously mirrored clouds lie deep, Enchanted towers bosomed in the stream, And blossomed coronals of white-thorn gleam Within the water where the willows sleep— Still-imaged willow-leaves whose shadows
To celebrate tomorrow’s solstice, I’m posting the following poems, which were written by students at my school, the Bronx Charter School for Better Learning. All poems mention the sun. For additional
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Spring Spring Breeze passing through your hair Wind rushing past your hand Like 100 people pushing, shoving to see Langston Hughes When your cheeks turn cherry And when the air
This poem was written by a 4th Grade student at my school, the Bronx Charter School for Better Learning. It happened a few years ago. Her teacher gave the students 20
Our 5th Grade has spent the past few weeks reading and writing all kinds of poetry. This week they invited me into their class so they could read some of
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