(no subject)
I greet the new students with the words of a famous poet Kimiko Hahn:
Things don't die or remain damaged
but return: stumps grow back hands,
a head reconnects to a neck,
a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.
Later this vision is not True:
the grandmother remains dead
not hibernating in a wolf's belly.
Or the blue parakeet does not return
from the little grave in the fern garden
though one may wake in the morning
thinking mother's call is the bird.
Or maybe the bird is with grandmother
inside light. Or grandmother was the bird
and is now the dog
gnawing on the chair leg.
Where do the gone things go
when the child is old enough
to walk herself to school,
her playmates already
pumping so high the swing hiccups?
-In Childhood
I never participated in the adventure you children went on some weeks ago, due to some unfortunately timed family events, but I know you all had wonderful time. I have seen the joy of adventure creeping into your texts and it's admittably thrilling. Some so much I have forgotten to mark you grammar mistakes! I'm impressed, bravo!
A student told me I should write in my internet journal more. They said I haven't done it since they started reading my journal. So, some of you actually read this : ) I'm glad to hear I have awoken such feelings in some of you. I acknowledge having been so absorbed in the sheer joy of living that writing into my journal has completely slipped my mind.
Also, what would you kids want to do in this last week before the vacation? There's room for one more assignment : ) I'm taking up suggestions in order to make this week enjoyable for all of us. Speak up, speak up : )
Things don't die or remain damaged
but return: stumps grow back hands,
a head reconnects to a neck,
a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.
Later this vision is not True:
the grandmother remains dead
not hibernating in a wolf's belly.
Or the blue parakeet does not return
from the little grave in the fern garden
though one may wake in the morning
thinking mother's call is the bird.
Or maybe the bird is with grandmother
inside light. Or grandmother was the bird
and is now the dog
gnawing on the chair leg.
Where do the gone things go
when the child is old enough
to walk herself to school,
her playmates already
pumping so high the swing hiccups?
-In Childhood
I never participated in the adventure you children went on some weeks ago, due to some unfortunately timed family events, but I know you all had wonderful time. I have seen the joy of adventure creeping into your texts and it's admittably thrilling. Some so much I have forgotten to mark you grammar mistakes! I'm impressed, bravo!
A student told me I should write in my internet journal more. They said I haven't done it since they started reading my journal. So, some of you actually read this : ) I'm glad to hear I have awoken such feelings in some of you. I acknowledge having been so absorbed in the sheer joy of living that writing into my journal has completely slipped my mind.
Also, what would you kids want to do in this last week before the vacation? There's room for one more assignment : ) I'm taking up suggestions in order to make this week enjoyable for all of us. Speak up, speak up : )