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But
wait!
It’s
also our Blogi-VERSE-ary, so smartly re-named by our reader Mary Lee of A Year of Reading, because we six TeachingAuthors chose to celebrate the occasion by
reciting our favorite poem in honor of Poetry Month.
I suggested the idea once I read about the
Poetry Foundation’s current Favorite Poem Project: Chicago which grew out of
former Poet Laureate Robert Pinsky’s national Favorite Poem Project – Americans
Saying Poems They Love which celebrates poetry as a vocal art.
Poetry
Foundation President Robert Polito shared in his project description that “a
favorite poem can be a talisman or mantra, a clue, landmark or guiding star and
dwells deep down in our psyches.”
FYI:
the Poetry Foundation, located in beautiful downtown Chicago, is an amazing resource – for writers and
readers, for teachers, of course, but really-and-truly, for anyone human.
To
plan a (highly-recommended) visit, click here.
To
explore the children’s poetry resources, click here.
Students
can find recitation tips and look for poems here.
Teachers
can learn all about Poetry Out Loud in the classroom by clicking here.So you’re never without a poem nearby, click here to download the Poetry App.
The
poem I chose to recite via SoundCloud (and – fingers-crossed – successfully uploaded
to today’s post so you can hear it) is Robert Louis Stevenson’s MY SHADOW.
The
poem dwells deep, deep, deep in my psyche, placed there by my
mean-spirited third grade teacher Miss Atmore at Philadelphia’s Overbrook
Elementary. (Think every gruesome teacher
Raoul Dahl created, to the max (!), down to the spit that sprayed the air when
she’d lean in close to admonish a mistake.)
In
between Halloween and Thanksgiving of that third grade year, each of us was to
choose, memorize and then recite before the class eight lines of a poem. I instantly knew the poem I’d choose. I treasured my copy of A CHILD’S GARDEN OFVERSES. How could I not choose my
favorite poem, My Shadow? I loved the poem’s sing-song rhythms; I loved its
playfulness. I even recall jumping rope while I recited the poem, practicing,
practicing, practicing. I so wanted to
get it right. Standing before my
classmates in the front of my classroom, beside Miss Atmore seated dispassionately at her desk, demanded
Courage and Moxie, both of which I lacked.
“Po-em is a two-syllable word, child!” she shouted. “How many times must I tell you all that?! Now raise your head, start again and this time, for goodness sake, speak the words correctly!”
The rhythm of the lines ran away (probably scared); I mispronounced "India" as "Indian." All I could do was stare at the two shiny pennies that adorned my new brown loafers.
But that failed recitation serves as a landmark. Thanks to Miss Atmore, I knew then and there that when – I – grew up to be a teacher someday, everything that Miss Atmore was, I would spend my lifetime making sure I wasn't. (IIllustration by Ted Rand)
Ironically,
when I was first trying my hand at writing for children, I wrote a poem
entitled “P-O-E-M is a Two-syllable Word.” In time the title became a line in
the first poem I ever sold, to Ebony Jr. magazine. I’ve searched high-and-low for my copy so I
might share the poem, but alas, no luck.
Even today, I can’t speak the word “poem” without enunciating clearly its two two-letter syllables.But that failed recitation serves as a landmark. Thanks to Miss Atmore, I knew then and there that when – I – grew up to be a teacher someday, everything that Miss Atmore was, I would spend my lifetime making sure I wasn't. (IIllustration by Ted Rand)
I
have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And
what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He
is very, very like me from the heels up to the head.And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The
funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow –
Not
at all like proper children, which is always very slow;For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all.
He
hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And
can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One
morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I
rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
[Note: If you're receiving this post via email, here's the link to the Sound Cloud reading of Robert Louis Stevenson's My Shadow by Esther Hershenhorn ]
* * * * * * * *
I offer at least five bundles of thanks to you, our readers, for embracing our blog, and to my fellow TeachingAuthors too – Jill Esbaum, JoAnn Early Macken, Carmela Martino, Laura Purdie Salas, April Halprin Wayland and currently in absentia but always in my heart, Mary Ann Rodman and Jeanne Marie Grunwell Ford, for embracing me.
I did indeed find that long-ago missing Moxie and each of you makes
sure I maximize it bi-monthly.
Here’s
to a month of poetic celebrations!
Good
Luck!
Esther
Hershenhorn
Sorry I was unable to correctly upload the one and only recording that was successful - and - have the image appear, not just the link.
ReplyDeletePlease ignore my practice recordings - even though we all know: practice makes perfect!
Personally, I was mighty impressed I got as far as I did. :)
What fun to hear your voice and see you in such a lovely setting on a cloudy Monday morning!
ReplyDeleteI've always loved this one, too, Esther. Hearing you read it made my heart sing. :)
ReplyDeleteJill
You apologized for not making it work, but it worked fine for me, and the picture is there, and wonderful! Thanks for your cautionary tale, Esther. I wonder if we don't all have a story like that, and sadly, remember too well! I love the poem, and have already shared it with my granddaughter while we went walking & looking for our shadows. RLS is a treasure still, isn't he? Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. Thanks for sharing it. I had never read it before.
ReplyDeleteGreat story! I have always said "poem" instead of "po-em." Oopsy..
ReplyDelete*runs to check to see if poem can be read either with one syllable OR two.
Darn that Miss Atmore - she was right!
It's two syllables, all right.
Thanks for sharing. Loved having you in my living room reading right next to me. :)
I'm so glad my (almost-traumatizing)efforts to master Soundcloud were well-received. :)
ReplyDeleteMiss Atmore was quite the Dark Shadow in my Life that year I was 9 but no matter how awful she was, I STILL love Robert Louis Stevenson's My Shadow.
I owe Carmela Big Thanks for correctly embedding the Soundcloud image for me after my initial post.
And thank you, Sera, for reconnecting me to Poe's poem Alone.
I hope readers will visit the Poetry Foundation website and discover all sorts of wonderful resources.
I think your Miss Atmore was related to my Mrs. Poole who castigated me in eighth grade for choosing an e.e.cummings poem to recite and gave me a C- for the choice, since he did not use proper punctuation and was therefore not a real poet. So nice to hear you reading today! I hope you are having a mud-luscious puddle-wonderful spring (take that Mrs. Poole!)
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ReplyDeleteIsn't lovely how over a lifetime you've made lemonade from a sourpuss?
ReplyDeleteWow.
I just downloaded the Poetry Foundation's mobile app! Thanks for this fab resource--Yay!
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