Explore Arabic Academy, Poems Academy, and more!

Explore related topics

Ode to Didcot Power Station | poetryarchive.org

Ode to Didcot Power Station | poetryarchive.org

Introduction to Poetry BY BILLY COLLINS I ask them to take a poem    and hold it up to the light    like a color slide  or press an ear against its hive.  I say drop a mouse into a poem    and watch him probe his way out,  or walk inside the poem’s room    and feel the walls for a light switch.  I want them to waterski    across the surface of a poem waving at the author’s name on the shore.  But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope    and torture a confession out of it…

Introduction to Poetry BY BILLY COLLINS I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author’s name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it…

Great pdf file to scaffold students towards creating their own poem about where they are from

Great pdf file to scaffold students towards creating their own poem about where they are from

Poetry Essay questions with the poems - 55 pages of them! Fabulous resource just for the poems if nothing else!

Poetry Essay questions with the poems - 55 pages of them! Fabulous resource just for the poems if nothing else!

One Train May Hide Another - Poems | Academy of American Poets

One Train May Hide Another - Poems | Academy of American Poets

Deer Hit Jon Loomis   You’re seventeen and tunnel-vision drunk,  swerving your father’s Fairlane wagon home  at 3:00 a.m. Two-lane road, all curves  and dips—dark woods, a stream, a patchy acre  of teazle and grass. You don’t see the deer  till they turn their heads—road full of eyeballs,  small moons glowing. You crank the wheel,  stamp both feet on the brake, skid and jolt  into the ditch. Glitter and crunch of broken glass  in your lap, deer hair drifting like dust. Your chin  and shirt…

Deer Hit Jon Loomis You’re seventeen and tunnel-vision drunk, swerving your father’s Fairlane wagon home at 3:00 a.m. Two-lane road, all curves and dips—dark woods, a stream, a patchy acre of teazle and grass. You don’t see the deer till they turn their heads—road full of eyeballs, small moons glowing. You crank the wheel, stamp both feet on the brake, skid and jolt into the ditch. Glitter and crunch of broken glass in your lap, deer hair drifting like dust. Your chin and shirt…

Pinterest • The world’s catalog of ideas
Search