Last week, on Tuesday February 22, Edna St. Vincent Millay, had she lived, would have been 120. I was a little over a year old when she died. In my youth I swear I read that she died sitting on the steps naked with a … Read More →
Monthly Archives: February 2012
Harlem by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a … Read More →
Poetry Lesson: The Fog
I do a poetry lesson using Fog by Carl Sandburg. Recently two students of mine did versions of the poem I enjoyed very much. One was by Gurami, who is from Georgia. His original poem was very exciting like saying English in a new way … Read More →