Teaching is going to be interesting -- my class is very small -- about ten.
Here's a draft of a poem:
Away
the creek tastes
like
I thought it would
bitter,
wild
water quiet, barely
a sound
full of pebbles, mica flickers
flies gather in my shoes
mosquitoes enter
the crack of my armpit
my toes underwater
pale as soggy worms
a flutter
a thrush
disarranged
feathered musical
chatter
answering
chittering
whispering
a question over and over
I frighten
them all with my large yellow
teeth
the robin above
kicks and flicks further
away
light
creeps
soft as
honey soft as
sleeping bears
gather, gather
the sparrows call
to each other
like children
whispering about a dog
Is she friendly?
3 comments:
My favorite part:
a flutter a thrushdisarranged feathered musicalchatteranswering chitteringwhispering a question over and over
I've never been able to get Bishop...the thought of such an class bores me. Such a class on Plath or Lowell or Millay sounds great, though. I've done 2 independent studies on poetry with David Dodd Lee and another was on Adolescent Literature. I loved both of them.
Thanks -- it actually looks very interesting the way the it's quoted -- maybe I'll change it.
Glad to hear you're enjoying school this semester, or think you'll enjoy it. I'd love to hear about teaching.
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