Poetry Friday is hosted by the one and only Jama who is sure to provide poetry, and other delicious treats as well….
I am preparing for our unit on Emily Dickinson – a favorite of mine, but an acquired taste for my sixth graders. They are always mystified by her poems, and yet fascinated by her life. We “travel to” her home in Amherst:
Read about her life :
Listen to recitations and stories about the power of her poems:
And sift through a few I think they will love. They smile, question, and wonder. The poems seem so short, they say, and what’s with the weird punctuation? A word here a line there will give them pause. And then they are ready to move on. They will be back, I know, someday…for who can resist Emily Dickinson?
We think of hidden in a white dress
among the folded linens and sachets
of well-kept cupboards, or just out of sight
sending jellies and notes with no address
to all the wondering Amherst neighbors.
Eccentric as New England weather
the stiff wind of her mind, stinging or gentle,
blew two half imagined lovers off.
Yet legend won’t explain the sheer sanity
of vision, the serious mischief
of language, the economy of pain.