Day 15. National Poetry Month

I was looking forward to sharing poetry with my secondary school music students this year. While my Classical Conversations students were used to conversation sloshing across all subject boundaries, my Music students are only now getting used to it. (I remember once connecting Mozart’s lifetime with a local colonial period event on the Connecticut River. They looked at me as though I had forgotten who I was. Good times.)

Looks like I’ll have to get creative about sharing poetry with them via Google Classroom. But how hard can it be? It is not like I have to listen to their groans. The good thing is if I share frequently, eventually one lands. One hits home and expresses what they feel or think.

At one time I collected several Magnetic Poetry boxes. I eventually organized them by word function. Here are the verb (bottom half, alphabetical), to be verbs, personal pronouns, and nouns sorted in categories.























Here are more pronouns, prepositions, adjectives, conjunctions, odd nouns, and suffixes.

And this? This is what you get when you give a Math Major a marker. He’s thinking about something, not sure what, but it looks wicked smart. (Pam, you may remember him doing the same during lunchtime at Classical Conversations.) It dawned on me today I do not have my future retirement plan in my youngest after all. Not if he becomes an academe.

That is where I left room for assembling materpieces. (Pieces assembled by the mater, of course.)

So, my first COVID poetry:















No seriously, here is one for us. Camille, I am still not tired of this one.

God’s Grandeur
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

–> For all this darkness we’re living, there does exist something new and redeeming in it. Slice along the withered bark and the green sapwood glistens. God has not abandoned us.

About lettersfromheartscontent

Mother of six, wife to a forester and educator, former homeschool teacher and tutor with Classical Conversations. Now retired from teaching music at a small Christian school. In my retirement I am quilting, decluttering, and calling country dances--contra dances and more for people in my community who want to get out again.
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4 Responses to Day 15. National Poetry Month

  1. Krazy Kerstetters says:

    Enjoyed catching up with Heart’s Content. Did you notice that on your Math Major’s board, that the children (I should say the young adults :o) listed at home, the first initials spell JAM? Add to that Mom and Dad and you have JAM, MD. Sounds kinda like a TV show from long ago.

    Here’s to the Happy Hygge-nauts!

    • JAM, M.D. Wow, that’s got potential! The Dr. Jam Chronicles. The Journey of Jam, M.D.
      Hope your home is Hygge happy too! Robbo enjoys teaching your son, by the way. And we have a gorgeous calligraphy card with his name, leftover from the wedding. We’ll get it to him eventually.

  2. Krazy Kerstetters says:

    Benjamin is thoroughly bummed by not being able to attend Robbo’s class in person and in the woods. Maybe he’ll opt to take the course again just for the shear enjoyment. :o)

    I forgot to finish the above alliteration – The Happy Holleran Hygge-nauts!

    The wedding and reception were such fun and beautiful too! Perfect in God’s timing!

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