"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words"
Robert Frost
The second quarter has always been a favorite for me as a teacher, mostly because it is when I introduce a poetry unit. Often the announcement of this unit is met with both happiness and dread. I tell the haters that it will be my personal goal to turn them around!
I vary the types of poems we read; one that creates a very emotional response is what I call "Social Justice" poems. I ask the students to name things that make them angry or emotional in some way. They list things like war, racism, immigration policies, sexism, environmental issues, abortion, bullying, and more. We read an old poem called "The Man He Killed" by Thomas Hardy:
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"Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
"But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
"I shot him dead because —
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although
"He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like — just as I —
Was out of work — had sold his traps —
No other reason why.
"Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown."
This leads to a discussion of war and humanity. This gets the students evaluating their own experiences with injustice, and many wonderful poems are born. Today I'll share two of these, but first I'd like to present a general reflection on poetry written by a student, Jordan Y. It's from a poem analysis she wrote at the end of the unit, and her words made a big impact on me. Jordan wrote:
"People may think that poetry is old-fashioned, but if it really does help people stay in touch with their emotions, it may be this modern society that needs poetry the most."
I say "Amen" Jordan!
The following are two students' poems written as part of the "Social Justice" group:
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Hanging Humanity
The chocolate is locked in the cabinet
as they try to escape
they fall onto the floor
The rainbows are afraid to shine
And when they do
the rain comes back
Society makes us this way
The doe have grown antlers
But are still given
a lesser share of prey
One half of a whole heart
Still seeks more love
Just to find it never had any to begin with
And society makes us this way
Why do I own so much makeup
To clog my pores and stain my face
Just to be accepted
By fellow hypocrites
Who will always find a flaw
The ones I try to ignore
Society makes me this way
Nagya Howze
and the second:
Aleppo
Children are buried under rubble
As citizen run frantically through the city.
The white hats push through crowds
To save anyone they can. Boom!
Explosions are heard left and right.
Far away and right next door.
These ruthless acts have changed lives
In the worst possible ways.
We must stand together in such a time of need.
Please, pray for Aleppo.
Marissa Ream
Both girls proudly read their poems in class. It's not uncommon for me to wipe a tear from my eye as students share their poems. I'm proud of their work, but mostly for them gaining an insight into their own feelings--the "thought has found its words."
Now, if the words become actions, we all can have an unmistakable optimism for our future!
This has been the debut of "Stanza Saturday'! (Thanks to Mary K. Period 5 for the alliterative title!)
Coming up: A visit to a former student to begin an exploration of future careers!
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