I hope you like poetry! I know I do and this year to celebrate National Poetry month I will be posting favorite poems of mine and hopefully yours as well.
We'll also have a week of Magnetic Poetry at lunch during the week of April 17th to 21st. What's that you say? What's magnetic poetry? Well it's:
individual words—often related to a particular theme or topic—printed on small magnets which can be creatively arranged into poetry on a metal surface.
Poetry Slam April 26th
Where: On the stage
When: At lunch
Prizes awarded for: Most original
Best use of rhyme
Poetry must be submitted to Mrs. G for review before the 26th. What's that you say? What's a poetry slam? Well it's: a competition where poets read or recite original work in front of judges and an audience.
Poem in Your Pocket Day April 27th Every April, on Poem in Your Pocket Day, people celebrate by selecting a poem, carrying it with them, and sharing it with others throughout the day at schools, bookstores, libraries, parks, workplaces, and on Twitter using the hashtag #pocketpoem.
Poem in Your Pocket Day was stated in 2002 in New York City as part of the city’s National Poetry Month celebration. Then in 2008, the Academy of American Poets made the initiative national, encouraging individuals across the country to join in. We've been participating for the last 3 years and each year more students get involved.
We'll be sharing our pocket poems on Thursday for Poem in Your Pocket day. Students and staff will share their poems with each other all day. In the library there will be a poetry (of course) scavenger hunt.
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American poet and playwright. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, the third woman to win the award for poetry, and was also known for her feminist activism. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work.