“I need a poem to go with a unit on diseases.”“I need a poem about respecting other people’s property.”“I need a poem for a lesson I’m doing on invertebrates.”“Where are your poetry books about personal hygiene?”Upon hearing such requests posed by education students and teachers, a librarian’s first thought might...
No one will ever approach you and say, “This looks like a good day to curl up and read poetry.” You have to do that for yourself. One great thing is — you can sneak it in, between all the other things you are doing. The poet William Stafford carried...
My father’s house was made of sky.His bookcases stood twelve feet high.The snowy owl my father tamed,the stones he showed me, stars he named,agate, quartz, the Milky Way—“It’s good to know their names,” he’d say,“so when I’m gone and you are grown,in any world you’ll feel at home.”My mother’s house...
Recently when our ten-year-old son was asked to name his favorite book, he said promptly, "I have thousands of favorites," and proceeded to describe his room as if he were living in a small crack between bookshelves — the pleasant problem of the voracious reader. Madison's bookshelves span a decade...
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Eveningby Robert Frost; illustrated by Susan Jeffers32 pp. Dutton 1978 ISBN 0-525-40115-6 $7.95A beautiful picture book, handsomely designed, which is obviously an inspired creation. The illustrator, working with artistry and skill and reflecting both the wintry atmosphere and the natural serenity of the poem,...
I walk through woods to the shore of an island off the coast of Maine. Poems are in my head and in the notebook I carry. You would think, to see me, that I am walking alone, but I feel that poets are with me. They listen, encourage, and respond...
by Arna Bontemps Arna Bontemps at the East Winston Branch, Winston-Salem Public Library, in 1956. Photo: East Winston Branch Archive, Forsyth County Library.In the eighteenth century, I have been told, there was a popular saying to the effect that nobody would ever have fallen in love if he had not...