Emily Dickinson wrote her celebratory poem, “Nature is what we see” in 1863. Over a 150 years later, for my little guy and me, her words strike just right, as we explore our little nook on this wonderful planet together.
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Democracy
As it is April and poetry has dominated my classroom with more deliberate attention this month, I will share a poem from the magnificent Langston Hughes. Hughes’ words have echoed in my mind all week. Maybe it’s because of the violence shattering our world peace, or the politicians bent on curtailing a host of civil freedoms, or that the richest man in the world will make sure that Twitter is more volitive and destructive, I’m not sure, but after you read through maybe you will agree “Democracy” is worth pondering today.
Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.
a worthwhile story
Days and months and seconds and years melt into memory
Past reaches behind us under us filling in the white space
And all the while nothing stagnates nothing remains solid
The dance continues the march the pursuit the ride
Moving us along the days months seconds and years
Nine Cent Girl 