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From: Wickins, Mary <MWickins>
Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2005 08:04:04 -0600
This morning, I was happy to see Kate McClelland's message about Naomi Shihab Nye. I first learned of Nye through an old college friend who had been to a poetry reading at the San Antonio Public Library. On my friend's recommendation, I looked for Nye's work, and discovered The Tree Is Older Than You Are. Nye loves the many cultures of the world. She hears voices that English-speaking people overlook, just as she sees
"small moments of life," as Kate McClelland wrote.
Another poet whose words have caught my attention over the years is Marchette Chute. I feel as if I am offering a rubber ducky amidst the other profound poets that others have written about in this discussion. Nevertheless, Marchette Chute is one of my favorites. I love to share her words with children, and with students of children's literature who say they hate poetry. In "Weather" she wrote about the wind:
"It is a windy day. The water's white with spray. And pretty soon, if this keep up, The world will blow away."
Whenever I searched for a little poem to go with a storytime theme, I invariably found another delightful poem by Marchette Chute.
I also love David McCord for the same childlike spirit of his words, e.g. "Every Time I Climb a Tree."
Also, the British poet, Rose Fyleman, who was known as the "fairy poet," because she saw fairies everywhere, even in the sparks that flew from chimney tops.
And Rachel Field, author of the older Newbery Medal book, Hitty: Her First Hundred Years. In looking through one of those old anthologies of children's poetry, I discovered "Something Told the Wild Geese." Since moving to Colorado, I have always been fascinated by the Canadian Geese who fly here in winter. (We never had such birds in San Antonio!) And through this poem, I discovered that Rachel Field was also a poet, and not just the author of Hitty, a wonderful book that no one reads anymore because it mentions whaling.
And Carl Sandburg, because his words crack like walnut shells.
And Nancy Willard for her fascination with and poetic response to William Blake in A Visit To William Blake's Inn.
Mary Clare Wickins Regis University Denver, CO
Received on Wed 06 Apr 2005 09:04:04 AM CDT
Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2005 08:04:04 -0600
This morning, I was happy to see Kate McClelland's message about Naomi Shihab Nye. I first learned of Nye through an old college friend who had been to a poetry reading at the San Antonio Public Library. On my friend's recommendation, I looked for Nye's work, and discovered The Tree Is Older Than You Are. Nye loves the many cultures of the world. She hears voices that English-speaking people overlook, just as she sees
"small moments of life," as Kate McClelland wrote.
Another poet whose words have caught my attention over the years is Marchette Chute. I feel as if I am offering a rubber ducky amidst the other profound poets that others have written about in this discussion. Nevertheless, Marchette Chute is one of my favorites. I love to share her words with children, and with students of children's literature who say they hate poetry. In "Weather" she wrote about the wind:
"It is a windy day. The water's white with spray. And pretty soon, if this keep up, The world will blow away."
Whenever I searched for a little poem to go with a storytime theme, I invariably found another delightful poem by Marchette Chute.
I also love David McCord for the same childlike spirit of his words, e.g. "Every Time I Climb a Tree."
Also, the British poet, Rose Fyleman, who was known as the "fairy poet," because she saw fairies everywhere, even in the sparks that flew from chimney tops.
And Rachel Field, author of the older Newbery Medal book, Hitty: Her First Hundred Years. In looking through one of those old anthologies of children's poetry, I discovered "Something Told the Wild Geese." Since moving to Colorado, I have always been fascinated by the Canadian Geese who fly here in winter. (We never had such birds in San Antonio!) And through this poem, I discovered that Rachel Field was also a poet, and not just the author of Hitty, a wonderful book that no one reads anymore because it mentions whaling.
And Carl Sandburg, because his words crack like walnut shells.
And Nancy Willard for her fascination with and poetic response to William Blake in A Visit To William Blake's Inn.
Mary Clare Wickins Regis University Denver, CO
Received on Wed 06 Apr 2005 09:04:04 AM CDT
