National Poetry Month

Spring is finally here and April is National Poetry Month.


We are going to have some posts, activities and contests this month to celebrate all things poetry. So enjoy and start  reading some poetry…all the cool kids are doing it.

Click here to read poems about Spring to get started.

First, maybe you noticed the Poet’s Corner in the lobby of 175 Eldridge St. You’ll find a magnetic poetry board (pictured below) for you to play and experiment with. Check it out, have some fun. Also here is a link for you to play with magnetic poetry on your computer.

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Also, don’t forget to sign up for Poem-A-Day. You’ll get a new poem sent to you everyday. It’s a great way for you to improve your English skills and a great way to start your day.

Finally, we have some prizes from the Poetry Foundation . The first 3 students to tell us their favorite poem in the comments section will win a prize!

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11 thoughts on “National Poetry Month

  1. MY favorite poem is “The Weight of Nothing”
    I don’t understand it deeply,but in my understanding ,I think this is talking about missing the friends .so do I .I like the sentence in the poem is “without my friend Nothing
    on the page.” I agree !

    The Weight of Nothing
    By Amy Uyematsu

    to end with nothing is something
    Suvan Geer

    or to rephrase a popular Billy Preston song,
    “somethin’ from nothin’ is somethin’”


    everyone loves
    the disappearing
    coin. a bird pulled from
    an empty hat. the comfort of
    trusting a magician’s hands.
    when we know we’ll get some-
    thing from what
    he takes away.


    the student’s assignment—
    concentrate on nothing
    for fifteen minutes a day.
    she tries to empty her head
    but can’t figure out how.
    after all, she doesn’t know what
    nothing sounds or looks like,
    and the teacher won’t give
    the slightest clue. yet
    she’s got a good hunch
    the exercise might quiet
    all that shriek and clatter
    trapped between her ears.
    so like a good pupil,
    she devotes an entire year
    searching for nothing.
    some days she’s as still
    as a stone, but can’t
    escape the distractions
    of river and wind,
    footsteps approaching,
    birds calling in the trees
    overhead. or closing
    her eyes, she’ll focus
    on a cloudless blue sky.
    pillows and planes and purple
    sunsets keep interrupting.
    she silently repeats words
    like ocean or why,
    chants sounds that dwell
    low in her throat
    like maah and uhmm.
    at year’s end her teacher
    asks if she’s found nothing.
    she tells him she’s found
    everything but nothing.
    he smiles, you’re closer
    than you think. now
    try for twenty minutes.


    we’ve all seen them—
    looking at their empty
    outstretched palms,
    and we’re fooled, thinking
    about what isn’t there.
    sighing, they marvel
    at all they’ve held in those hands,
    their history revealed
    in the thickened joints,
    the full weight of their desire—
    even now, incredible
    hands still opening
    and grasping
    when there’s nothing to keep.


    without my friend Nothing
    on the page, I’d never have to write
    another poem. but Nothing waits
    here, waving me on, inviting me
    to rap and rant, pray sing, testify
    what is, was, could, and always will be.
    I greet all that’s coming,
    contained as sheer breath
    into word, born
    to crave and engrave the emptiness
    that Nothing can’t stop giving.

  2. As day began to break, we passed
    the “honk for worms” sign,
    passed it honking again
    and again, to wake up the worms
    my dad said. It was only
    about another half mile to
    the aspen grove and our worm digs.
    The humus, spongy and almost

  3. OH..OH.. I need some luck, give me the prize.

    Fire and Ice

    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.
    From what I’ve tasted of desire
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    But if it had to perish twice,
    I think I know enough of hate
    To say that for destruction ice
    Is also great
    And would suffice.

    Robert Frost

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