Mamacita says: Poetry. I first encountered Gerard Manley Hopkins’ Spring and Fall and Robert Burns’ John Anderson, My Jo in a college course. Unfortunately, the professor was a jaded, bored, boring man who considered himself far too important to be … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Nightmare #3: When I did my student teaching, this poem was in the seventh grade literature book. I’d never seen it before, and it made a definite impression on me. I absolutely loved it, and I still love … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the children who grow up in households wherein there are no books are generally the kids who end up in the slow class at school. There are exceptions, of course, … Continue reading
Mamacita says: There are many poets whose works I love, although of course NOBODY loves everything that anyone does. You may apply that philosophy to every aspect of life. You’re welcome. Sara Teasdale is a favorite of mine. Her poems … Continue reading
Mamacita says: The first day of 2014 finds us looking out at a green lawn with very confused crocus bulbs a few inches below, wondering if maybe they should take a chance and peek up and bloom a little early. … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I first heard this poem in high school literature. Tenth grade, sophomore year, in Mrs. Helen Chandler’s class, she who taught Claude Akins, the Bedford Celebrity.. In retrospect, I know that we treated her dreadfully. She was quite … Continue reading