Friday, May 25, 2007

In Which We Hang On The Edge of Tomorrow

The Entrance Place of Wonders: Poems of the Harlem Renaissance, selected by Daphne Muse, has a great combination of bold, colorful illustrations and memorable poems, including this one:

By William Stanley Braithwaite (1878-1962)

I am glad daylong for the gift of song,
For time and change and sorrow;
For the sunset wings and the world-end things
Which hang on the edge of to-morrow.

I am glad for my heart whose gates apart
Are the entrance-place of wonders,
Where dreams come in from the rush and din
Like sheep from the rains and thunders.

Friday, May 11, 2007

A Visit from Gregory K.

Two poems by Gregory K. for your reading pleasure.

by Gregory K.

Monday: Failed to pay attention...
After school I had detention.

Tuesday: Said things I lamented...
Apologized but was detented.

Wednesday: Won school stairway race!
After school, the same old place.

Thursday: Pulled a classic trick...
Faked an illness; stayed home sick.

Friday: Food fight! Man, what fun!
From the school watched setting sun.

Weekend: This just makes me cry...
I’ve been grounded. Don’t know why.

by Gregory K.

A poem a day
Keeps the doctor away?
Well, no... but it still doesn’t hurt.

A poem a day
Is quite good anyway,
But it’s still not as good as dessert.

Friday, May 4, 2007

In Mother's Shadow

I've been thinking about Mother's Day, getting cards and gifts ready, and this poem seems just right to share:

In Mother's Shadow
By Janet S. Wong

I walk behind Mother
through the woods
not to touch the poison oak
she points to with her stick...

You can read the rest of the poem, and even hear the poet read it herself, here

– from The Rainbow Hand: Poems about Mothers and Children