Monday, April 28, 2008

Three Poets Workshop

This morning I invited my three scholars to a poetry workshop (Just so no one thinks that life is harmonious bliss 24/7 here at Casa Sullivan, my invitation was rejected by my oldest scholar...) which I called the Three Poets Workshop. I read four poems by three poets, and after some drawing (the kids drew while I read) and discussion (JB learned what "oft" and "jocund" and "pensive" mean.), they voted on their favorite.

JB then chose one to copy, based not on beauty or rhyme scheme, but on which was the shortest. Well, here is the one I liked the best, by William Wordsworth:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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