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Students (Sonnet) by Blue Magpie So beautiful these children that I teach,
once one learns to look beyond the thorns
the needle teeth and bifurcated horns
they use to keep their minds beyond my reach.
Like candles burning in an ancient church
they cast their awkward shadows in my soul;
rough diamonds tossed into a beggarâs bowl;
strange-seeming answers to a heart-felt search.
They drag me to their battlefields and cry,
âSee now our dreams, our laughter and our tears,
and share with us the horror of our fears,
for we are bright and wish to touch the sky.
Give us your heart! For we would learn to fly,
and have no love for those who fear to die.â
Up the ladder:
Divine
Down the ladder:
Ennui
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.8333335
Posted: June 14, 2005 2:11 PM PDT; Last modified: June 14, 2005 2:11 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.493059 Overall Rank: 2769 Comments:
Coming from the viewpoint of a teacher's assistant, I found it wonderful. *smile*
I hear children's voices reading lines 12 through 14. I would hope that there are teachers in this country who might listen to their students as well as you seem to listen to yours. I admit that lines 7 through 11 are a bit off putting in that the images have already been overused in the daily media. But all in all, it seems to be an honest effort.
Your comment on lines 7 to 11 is noted, but as I do not read American or even English newspapers and watch no TV in any English speaking country at all, and haven't done for years, there is little I can do about it.
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I am honoured that you have taken the time to consider this poem so well, and to reply three times. All I can say in defence is that perhaps my students here in Greece are a little different to those you know in where-ever. OK I admit they are not all that bright but there are definately some who like look hard to find the limits and to go beyond.