Getting Lively with Dead Poets
Tuesday marked the start of our AP Poetry Unit. I am so excited we are finally onto poetry!! Poetry is the curry of prose. It’s the sprinkles found in exposition. It’s the center of the Tootsie Pop because it’s that delightful surprise unexpectedly found in the middle of the everyday.
Poetry is not just rhyme. It’s not just meter. It’s not slavering on about metaphor and simile. It’s bounce, giggles, shock, and awe. Poetry is the dance of words. Poetry is that note of praise found nestled in the staunch flow of sentences, paragraphs, and text.
It’s the azure found in the sky.
It’s the You before I.
It’s older than the page before you.
It’s Homer before he became a Simpson.
And the Dead Poets are the best because their words formed the path for the rest.
Oh, hello Emily, Robert, William, Byron, Coleridge, Sylvia, Langston, Gwendolyn–I’d like you to meet my students. I’ve been telling them about you. I can’t wait for them to know you like I’ve gotten to know you. And I can’t wait to learn more about you as I learn from my students.
Poetry. Word colors of our world.
- The Poetry of Life: How poetry makes things happen – or not (peaceandbread.com)
- The Poetry of Prose (speculativefictionwriting.wordpress.com)