Poem reblogged from secretgardening.wordpress.com.
There’s an interesting biography of Lew Sarett at undereverytombstone.blogspot.ca/2016/10/the-poet-of-wilderness-lew-sarett.html
The Fallow Field
Good to see the ploughed earth!
Here in a world of broken faith
Is something to be understood;
Man’s work, Man’s worth,
The labour of the share, the scope
Of our belief, our hope.
Here is something Man has made
And will remake, age after age,
Defying every tyrant’s rage
With a simple thing – the spade.
Take a handful, feel it rough,
Feel it work upon your skin!
This is the elemental stuff
From whose obduracy we win
First things first, the bud, the flower,
And last, the Bread of Life,
These things are good.
These are the moments worth our strife.
Leave the tyrant to his hour:
He has never understood.
Richard Church (1941)
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A few months back I posted My Top Ten Classic Novels for Teenage Girls. It has become my second most-viewed post ever, just behind Seven Annoying Things People Say To Pianists, which also created a lot of conversation.
I felt somewhat bad about making this list for girls. I hate to gender stereotype and I hate saying that there are books for girls that don’t apply to boys. That’s nonsense. However, I made the list because girls are what I know. I’m female, I have two daughters, and I spend a lot of time worrying about how to make life better for the female sex through my research. I’ve also spent quite a lot of time with teenage girls as a mentor.
All of this has led me to think that I should make a list of my top ten classic novels for teenage boys, so here it…
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Reblogged from: Teacher as Transformer http://ivonprefontaine.com/2014/04/10/understanding-poetry/
I heard about Zenzele: A Letter for My Daughter (1996) by J. Nozipo Maraire in the alumni magazine for the College of Humanities of my undergraduate university. In that little publication, there’s a section called “Books that Made a Difference,” and I once had published there my thoughts on Betty Smith’s A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1943). I kept an eye on that column, and when a nice review of Zenzele appeared, I immediately got a copy of it because it sounded like such a great book. I’m glad I finally had time during the holidays to sit down and read it.
The novel is written in the form of a letter from a Zimbabwean mother to her daughter, a student at Harvard. While there is certainly a narrative arc, I won’t go into all of the stories or the characters of the daughter and mother. I think their relationship…
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Reblogged from Books, j’adore.
By the time I post next week, it will be 2014, and if you’re a resolution making kind of person, you’ll have already decided what you’re resolved to, and if you’re not, you’ll be so sick of even the idea of change that this will just slide off of you. Right now though, on the day after Christmas – on what should be a peaceful post-holiday coda, but instead is often a frenzied time of travel or gift-returning – you might have a moment to absorb the idea behind Nye’s poem.
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and…
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