Poet: Jean Toomer
Poem: A Certain Man
Poem of the Day:
Jan 27 2006
Comment 42 of 42, added on April 11th, 2014 at 1:04 PM.
PHILOMELACircuits of sun over classroom,kindergarten that will last a lteiifme –sweaters hung in rows in the cloakroom,cough drops in sticky pockets –and at last, it’s the blessed Hour of Art.Blunt-tip scissors and blank sheetsof paper. Poster paint, andcrayons stubbed and broken, but brightas jewels of the crown.One small girl squeals “here comethe easels!” A child’s gladdest hour,when she’s in love with color.But Teacher sits her head-downin the black canyon of Time-Out. No colors for this unpaintednight-bird, no plaint. Her fingers gripthe table’s wooden limb.
Amir from Trinidad and Tobago, Republic
Comment 41 of 42, added on October 15th, 2013 at 11:18 PM.
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Comment 40 of 42, added on October 15th, 2013 at 2:23 PM.
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