by Fred Chappell
The children race now here by the ivied fence,
gather squealing now there by the lily border.
The evening calms the quickened air, immense
and warm; its veil is pierced with fire. The order
of space discloses as pair by pair porch lights
carve shadows. Cool phosphors flare when dark
permits yearning to signal where, with spark
and pause and spark, the fireflies are, the sites
they spiral when they aspire, with carefree ardor
busy, to embrace a star that draws them thence.
Like children we stand and stare, watching the field
that twinkles where gold wisps fare to the end
of dusk, as the sudden sphere, ivory shield
April is Poetry Month and there are lots of resources to use for inspiration. Check some of them out and share with your students or your staff.
Here are some of the poems that you might have missed from poem-a-day. They will you email you a daily poem if you want them to. .
Gold River by Catie Rosemurgy The arch in the bridge. The moment of architecture
In the Village by Derek Walcott I came up out of the subway and there were