My students and I are embarking on a poetry exploration. I'm not going to teach them technical terminology, nor will we spend hours trying to unpack authorial intent. Instead, we're going to simply appreciate the beauty of words. For kids without anywhere near enough beauty in their lives, I think this is a fine idea.
Our reading will be much like meandering through a garden without a field or plant guide. Although I love horticulture terminology and landscape architecture, it is equally nice to sit on a bench and take long draughts of fresh air and watch bees fight over the sexiest flowers.
Here are two phrases I ran across this week that gave me pause.
Pull hard, row slow,
a white boat to your destiny.
(Cervantes)
I will curl up by her side
and listen to her breathing,
easing into her dreams.
(Delgado)
Watch out ... more meandering to come.
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