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Scaffolding by Seamus Heaney Masons, when they start upon a building, Are careful to test out the scaffolding; Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points, Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints. And yet all this comes down when the job’s done Showing off walls of sure and solid stone. So if, my dear, […]

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Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines

by Pablo Neruda translated by W. S. Merwin Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, “The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.” The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. […]

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From Goodnight Moon to Emily Dickinson, reading poetry with kids

Sally Thomas, poet and homeschooling mom, recently recorded a podcast about teaching poetry, The Mason Jar #17: Sally Thomas on Poetry. It’s well worth a listen. I always love Sally’s thoughts about teaching and about poetry and especially about teaching poetry. I don’t often listen to podcasts, not even my husband’s, except for the divineoffice.org […]

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To Hear an Oriole Sing

A poem which is currently taped to the cupboard above the toaster oven. Has been for at least six months. I still haven’t managed to memorize it, but I’ve spent some time pondering it, at least. To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the […]

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For the Time Being

an excerpt from the Flight into Egypt section of For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio by W.H. Auden I posted this two years ago and fell in love with it and went and bought the book. And I still haven’t finished reading the whole thing because, honestly, it drags. And this might be the […]

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Filleadh ón Antartach [Return from Antarctica]

  by Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh He can still hear it: the glaciers rasping, their ratcheting in the distance, the snow-quiet. And still he remembers gulping unsullied freshness to clarify his lungs, the holy coldness blessing his skin. He gave his heart to that stinging brightness, that taciturn redoubt, that uncluttered country. But no choice except […]

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Ring out the old, ring in the new

Ring Out, Wild Bells by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, […]

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In winter in the woods alone

In winter in the woods alone Against the trees I go I mark a maple for my own And lay the maple low. At four o’clock I shoulder ax, And in the afterglow I link a line of shadowy tracks Across the tinted snow. I see for Nature no defeat In one tree’s overthrow Or […]

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