Tuesday, November 25, 2014

A Season for Frost

It's gotten chilly in Seattle. In fact, we might have seen a little frost this November! And we might have heard...

Well, I heard Robert Frost in my mind's ear: a voice from another time, alternately enjoying and lamenting those seasonal changes.

I'm not recording any new Frost audio poetry, but working on some seasonal lesson plan pages.

Here are some audio-images for late fall:

A playful, youthful walk (or romp?) down to a brook that isn't (thankfully) frozen yet: Going for Water
Somber fall imagery, a late autumn walk that ends on a note of romance: A Late Walk
The seasonal cycle of decay and rebirth: In Hardwood Groves

Monday, May 23, 2011

Two Rivers

Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Two Rivers" is about the Concord, or Musketaquit, River, and also about a metaphorical river. In this poem, form is indeed function. I like how the rhythm and repetition give a sense of movement -- of a flowing river: through flood and sea, and firmament/ through light, through life, it forward flows The word "through" indeed carries us through.