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

aloft, of moon stands clear of the world's far bend.



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. .

Apr 3

Gold River
by Catie Rosemurgy
The arch in the bridge. The moment of architecture

Apr 2

In the Village
by Derek Walcott
I came up out of the subway and there were

Apr 1

A Story
by Philip Levine
Everyone loves a story. Let's begin with a house