Poetry as Play for Young Readers

From PBS Parents, US Children’s Poet Laureate J. Patrick Lewis shares his thoughts on why poetry is important for young readers and how you can share the power of poetry. He says:

“The rhythm and rhymes can help children develop a love a language—and a love of reading. Once kids begin flexing their writing muscles, poetry can spark their creativity and let their imaginations soar!

You can read newspapers and magazines all you want, but nowhere else are you going to find words taken to such beautiful and sometimes absurd extremes as in poetry.”

Although I’m always a supporter of prose, I like the idea that poetry lets kids explore sounds and play with language. Because of the short form and having to take such care with each word, I think picture books are pretty close to poetry already. Expanding into poetry shouldn’t be that much of a leap for kids.

Click through to check out suggestions for reading and more PBS Parents resources related to poetry (like Martha Speaks: Martha’s Rhyme Time game).

(image: State Library of Queensland, Australia)

For, Oh, Everything

National Poetry Month got me thinking about poems I read and poets whose work I enjoyed, which led me to think about Renate Wood. When I was in college I read some of her poetry in class (my professor chose awesome poems) and had the opportunity to see her read. Her work is fantastic, and she seemed like a lovely person as well. I just searched for her poems and found out that she passed away in 2007. This is very much a loss for the literary community; I’m glad I got to see her when I did.

You can check out some of her work online at VQR. I especially like The Dump, which ends:

perfectly round lips softly breathing ohhh,
the longest, most patient moan: ohhh for polio,
for summers gone, and ohhh for us and for, oh, everything.

April Is the Most Poetical Month

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
–T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

April may be cruel, but it’s also National Poetry Month. Over at the National Children’s Book and Literacy Alliance, they share some suggestions and resources for helping young readers learn about and love poetry. My favorite tip: “Put poetry in an unexpected place…perhaps the bathroom mirror?” I think it’s easy to resist poetry it’s held up as somehow sacred and, as a result, it becomes an “other.” Poetry can be part of our everyday lives, while you brush your teeth or make breakfast.

In the spirit of sharing poetry, here’s one of my favorite poems: Monet Refuses the Operation by Lisel Mueller. The ending gives me chills.

Feel free to share your favorite poems in the comments!

(image: Grolier Poetry Book Shop by afagen)

Links Galore

A few more links to round out your Friday:

 

 

 

 

The Secret Life of Bankers

Yesterday I posted about how most writers need employment that’s not based on their poetry/plays/novels. For those of us not doing the freelance thing, having a desk job doesn’t mean the death of creativity. Check out this article about how T.S. Eliot, author of The Waste Land, worked in a bank. Not surprising trivia for most English majors, but Eliot actually enjoyed his job.

I know. The guy who wrote, “A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, / I had not thought death had undone so many,” was totally cool working at a bank.

Still, it’s a relief to know that such a wonderful poet didn’t need to spend his days working at a famous literary journal or writing scandalous news articles to inspire his poetry. It provided a sense of security for him so he didn’t have to stress about money instead of writing:

“Not only was Eliot at the bank, but as the letter above demonstrates, he was happy to be there. A certain pride creeps in to his accounting of his accounting: the salary, the hours, the filing cabinet which is “my province.” To read Eliot’s letters is to get a full picture of the routine demands of this job, which he clung to despite rigorous efforts from his friends and supporters to free him from the shackles of international finance.

Eliot resists the characterization of a writer as willing to forgo the niceties of daily life in order to make art. What he wants are not luxuries—the early letters testify over and over to the Eliots’ impoverishment despite Tom’s bank wages, with thank-you letters to his American relatives for sending checks that fill in the financial gaps so he can have new underwear and pajamas, not brandy and cigars. Rather, Eliot craves security. He writes again and again of trying to free himself from worry, for his own but even more for the nervous and unhealthy Vivien’s sake. Has any writer (Stevens excepted) ever had so much anxious correspondence about life insurance? Eliot is prostrate over what will happen to Vivien if anything should happen to him.”

A lot of writers have to cobble together work–writing articles, teaching intro to writing, etc.–but I think there’s something to be said for the unrelated, secure job. Even though getting paid to write full time would be amazing, it’s also nice not to worry about health benefits at this point. It means you have to balance two careers, but as long as your regular day job isn’t taking away from your ability to write, it might be a good thing to hold onto.

At least until we can all move into JK Rowling’s castle of awesomeness.

(image via The New York Times)

Let it Burns

A lot of times, people see my red hair and guess that I’m Irish. In truth, the red hair comes from my 1/16th Scottish side–not much, obviously, but it’s a good excuse to swell with Scottish pride. And so of course I need to mention that today is the birthday of Scottish poet Robert Burns. Happy Birthday, Robert! In Scotland, this means celebrating Burns Night and taking part in the Burns Supper. (Any dinner where you pipe in the meal gets my support.) I’ll be packing for SCBWI tonight, so I don’t think I’ll be having any haggis, but I can share my favorite Burns poem.

My Luve is like a Red Red Rose

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry , my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve !
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

(poem via BBC)

Poetical Brookline

A little local literary news. Brookline, MA is planning on having its own poet laureate for National Poetry Month in April:

“Selectmen voted Tuesday to authorize the Brookline Commission for the Arts to establish the two-year position, which would pay $1,000 in privately donated funds, and to consider applications for the role. The poet laureate’s duties would include composing verses for special events, working with schools, and promoting the literary arts.”

No word here on what the application process is like or what specific events would be held, but I like the idea a lot. I don’t do much in the way of poetry-writing myself, but I’d encourage other local poets to check this out. Sounds like a fantastic opportunity!