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“i thank You God for most this amazing” by E. E. Cummings i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died a…

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By: David Alan B

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A slightly hazy photo of an anise frond, between beams of sunlight

A slightly hazy photo of an anise frond, between beams of sunlight

sit softly

sit softly with the day
ask her
what gifts she brings.

bend gently in the breeze
ask him
what song he sings.

and just for this moment
let it be, let it be, let it be.

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is it Monday already?? 🤭😃
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#poetry #poemfortheday #dailypoem #greyvalleypoems #poem

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‘They might not need me’ by Emily Dickinson They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; A smile as small as mine might be Precisely their necessity.

‘They might not need me’ by Emily Dickinson They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; A smile as small as mine might be Precisely their necessity.

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They might not need me - Emily Dickinson

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I sing
of the beauty of Athens
without its slaves


Of a world free
of kings and queens
and other remnants
of an arbitrary past


Of earth
with no sharp north
or deep south
without blind curtains
or iron walls


Of the end
of warlords and armouries
and prisons of hate and fear


Of deserts treeing
and fruiting
after the quickening rains


Of the sun radiating ignorance
and stars informing
nights of unknowing


I sing of a world reshaped


Niyi Osundare

I sing of the beauty of Athens without its slaves Of a world free of kings and queens and other remnants of an arbitrary past Of earth with no sharp north or deep south without blind curtains or iron walls Of the end of warlords and armouries and prisons of hate and fear Of deserts treeing and fruiting after the quickening rains Of the sun radiating ignorance and stars informing nights of unknowing I sing of a world reshaped Niyi Osundare

‘Sing on: somewhere at some new moon, We’ll learn that sleeping is not death, Hearing the whole earth change its tune’ W. B. Yeats
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He Tells Her
by Wendy Cope

He tells her that the Earth is flat —
He knows the facts, and that is that.
In altercations fierce and long
She tries her best to prove him wrong.
But he has learned to argue well.
He calls her arguments unsound
And often asks her not to yell.
She cannot win. He stands his ground.

The planet goes on being round.

He Tells Her by Wendy Cope He tells her that the Earth is flat — He knows the facts, and that is that. In altercations fierce and long She tries her best to prove him wrong. But he has learned to argue well. He calls her arguments unsound And often asks her not to yell. She cannot win. He stands his ground. The planet goes on being round.

I was at dinner yesterday and told about a couple like this
But it expresses a deeper truth. Something about power plays in relationships but also the world today.
People who don't distinguish between facts and opinions. Both dangerous and absurd.
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Dream of the Rood | Old English Poetry Project | Rutgers University What — most choice of dreams I choose to chatter, what dreamed me in middest night, once other chatterers crept to couch… (1–3)

The text of the Dream of the Rood in modern English

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

The secret marriage of Robert Barrett and Elizabeth Browning took place on September 12, 1846.
Barrett snuck out of the house and met Browning at St. Marylebone Parish Church. They were married and fled to Italy..
Today's poem "How do I love thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Many people believe Sassoon's Everyone Sang is about the Armistice, but it is more about soldiers singing in the trenches.

It expresses a spontaneous moment of joy and hope amidst the ongoing death, warfare, and uncertainty, rather than the end of the war.

Maybe we should all sing?

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If you believe in the magic of language,
then Elvis really Lives
and Princess Diana foretold I end as car spin.

If you believe the letters themselves
contain a power within them,
then you understand
what makes outside tedious,
how desperation becomes a rope ends it.

The circular logic that allows senator to become treason,
and treason to become atoners.

That eleven plus two is twelve plus one,
and an admirer is also married.

That if you could just rearrange things the right way
you’d find your true life,
the right path, the answer to your questions:
you’d understand how the Titanic
turns into that ice tin,
and debit card becomes bad credit.

How listen is the same as silent,
and not one letter separates stained from sainted.Copyright Credit: Peter Pereira, "Anagrammer" from What's Written on the Body (Copper Canyon Press, 2007). www.coppercanyonpress.org
Source: What's Written on the Body (Copper Canyon Press, 2007

If you believe in the magic of language, then Elvis really Lives and Princess Diana foretold I end as car spin. If you believe the letters themselves contain a power within them, then you understand what makes outside tedious, how desperation becomes a rope ends it. The circular logic that allows senator to become treason, and treason to become atoners. That eleven plus two is twelve plus one, and an admirer is also married. That if you could just rearrange things the right way you’d find your true life, the right path, the answer to your questions: you’d understand how the Titanic turns into that ice tin, and debit card becomes bad credit. How listen is the same as silent, and not one letter separates stained from sainted.Copyright Credit: Peter Pereira, "Anagrammer" from What's Written on the Body (Copper Canyon Press, 2007). www.coppercanyonpress.org Source: What's Written on the Body (Copper Canyon Press, 2007

Having missed my Wordle yesterday ... Today's poem is Anagrammer by Peter Pereira
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Some real teaching today, and I'm reminded of Socrates' expression that "Wisdom begins in wonder!". I hope to excite some curiosity in class.
My poem for today, paradoxically, reflects this.
‘Do not ask your children to strive’ by William Martin #poemfortheday #poetry

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Text of poem Life Doesn't Frighten Me At All by Maya Angelou

Text of poem Life Doesn't Frighten Me At All by Maya Angelou

Getting ready to greet the new year 7s, who will come with all their hopes, fears, expectations and challenges. This poem by Maya Angelou came to mind.
Life Doesn't Frighten Me At All. #poemfortheday
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