Friday, November 30, 2018

When the Year Grows Old by Edna St. Vincent Millay




I've selected a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay titled When the Years Grows Old to post today.

When the Year Grows Old

I cannot but remember
  When the year grows old—
October—November—
  How she disliked the cold!

She used to watch the swallows
  Go down across the sky,
And turn from the window
  With a little sharp sigh.

And often when the brown leaves
  Were brittle on the ground,
And the wind in the chimney
  Made a melancholy sound,

She had a look about her
  That I wish I could forget—
The look of a scared thing
  Sitting in a net!


Click here to read the rest of the poem.

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Sorry that I haven't been posting more frequently. I've been reading and evaluating lots of books as I am one of three judges for the 2019 Margaret Wise Brown Prize in Children's Literature--along with E.B. Lewis and Laura McGee Kvasnosky--and a first round judge for the Cybils Poetry Award.

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You'll find the Poetry Friday Roundup at Carol's Corner today.

Friday, October 12, 2018

WHEN I GET ANGRY: An Original Poem

 
Some time ago, I got an idea for a collection of poems titled The Animal in Me. In the poems, children would imagine themselves to be like certain animals at times depending on how they felt. For example, an angry child might feel like he/she was a grizzly bear--or a child being sent to his/her room as punishment might feel like a big cat trapped in a cage. The collection never went too far. Here is one of the poems from it.
 
WHEN I GET ANGRY
 
When I get angry, I’m a bear…
A grizzly bear
With coarse brown hair
And teeth that tear.
You best beware!
 
When I get angry,
I clench my paws
And snap my jaws.
I prowl and growl
Around my room
And fuss and fume
And stomp the floor
And slam my door…
 
Till
I’m not angry anymore.




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Friday, September 7, 2018

SAVING SUMMER: A Memoir Poem

Anna (Chalupka) Koziski

Today, I'm sharing a memoir poem about my maternal grandmother. She and my grandfather were Polish immigrants who came to America in the early part of the 20th century. Like many immigrants who were peasants, they had a garden and fruit trees and grew much of their own food. Years ago, a childhood image of my Babci preserving tomatoes inspired the following poem:

SAVING SUMMER

In the cellar
Babci sits on an old kitchen chair
made new with glossy gray paint.
Wearing an apron blooming with faded flowers,
she leans over the tub of steaming water,
plucks out plump tomatoes,
and peels off the wet, papery skins.

She fills shiny jars with soft red pulp,
stretches on rubber sealers,
presses down moon-round lids,
clicks closed the metal clamps.
She places the jars in a wire basket
and lowers them into a pot of bubbling water to cook.

On wooden shelves in a corner
she stores stewed tomatoes beside rows of pickled beets,
golden peach slices, green piccalilli,
and carrots the color of October pumpkins.

Standing there in late afternoon,
sunlight shining through a small side window,
I see her harvest preserved:
a rainbow glistening in glass.
Babci is keeping summer alive in jars.


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Carol has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Beyond Literacy Link.

Friday, August 17, 2018

Two Zebra Poems



I LOVE writing animal mask poems! I enjoy imagining what animals might say if they could speak to us. Here are two poems in which zebras tell us something about themselves:

 
ZEBRA 1
I love my snazzy black and white hide.
I wear it with a lot of pride.
My bold stripes help distinguish me
from other zebras that you see.
I'm truly unique--one of a kind.
We're not all the same!
Keep that in mind.

NOTE: No two zebras have the exact same pattern of stripes on their bodies. They are said to be as
different as human fingerprints.
 

ZEBRA 2

I'm black
            and white.
I'm dark
            and light
like night
            and day.

I may look like a horse
            but I never say NEIGH!
 

Which mask poem do you like better?
 
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Christy has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Wondering and Wandering.

 

Friday, July 27, 2018

SCHOOL BAKE SALE



I am happy to tell you that Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong's newest poetry anthology--GREAT MORNING!: Poems for School Leaders to Read Aloud--has just been published. I am also thrilled that one of my poems is included in this book!!!

SCHOOL BAKE SALE
by Elaine Magliaro

We're having a bake sale tomorrow at three.
We're raising money for our school's library.
We'll have goodies to sell--goodies galore--
Better than baked goods you buy in a store:
Cranberry muffins and cinnamon rolls,
Pretzels, turnovers, scones, donut holes,
Sweet Danish pastries slathered with jam,
Calzones stuffed with cheddar and ham,
Frosted brownies--fudgy and gooey--
Tart lemon squares--tangy and chewy--
Flaky fruit pies bursting with berries,
Peaches, apples, rhubarb, and cherries,
Coconut cream cakes, cookies, and more!
We'll have goodies to sell--goodies galore.
Come to our bake sale tomorrow at three!
Help us raise money for our school's library.

Check out Sylvia Vardell's post about GREAT MORNING! at her blog Poetry for Children.

You can find out more about this book here.


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Catherine has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Reading to the Core.