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This is an example of a student project. In this space, I want students to briefly explain the theme of their poetry poster, and comment on the self-discovery that occurred while reading some of the finest poets in the English language, as well as composing poetry on their own, based on the forms we have studied in class.
My mind is like a fragile leaf
Clinging to its tremulous limb
With its life, be it long or brief
And its fibers a flimsy scrim
My mind is like a new spring bud
Freshly opening to the sun
And with a healthy, rosy rud
It joins the seasons into one
Poetry Poster by Hilary Watkins
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
William Carlos Williams
The Red Wheelbarrow
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
The Road Not Taken
A simple lightbulb
Helps me see my way through life
In more ways than one.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
selections of my poetry and poetry I admire
Nature Conceit Poem
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.
A child said, What is the grass?