I stalk this room of no windows and one door
while my students ponder and scribble.
She doesn’t notice when I stop
to watch over her shoulder.
She makes a list of metaphors
as the assignment calls for
and counts them on her fingers
to be sure the number is right.
She cups them in her hand,
tumbles them all together
and rolls out a new alphabet
like hieroglyphic dice.
Sensing a pattern in the world of chance,
she stirs a line and shapes a sound.
Suddenly the old language laughs a deep laugh
and pushes a poem like a pie in her face.
Clusters of images cling to her lashes,
phrases fall from her lips and drip down her chin;
a splatter of cryptic footprints crosses the blank page.
She follows them out a different door,
forgets to ask her grade.
Isn't it marvelous how we affect youth. Just when we think we are not getting through, the light goes on through their struggle. Obviously through this student who completely forgot about her grade. I could see you in this poem as the teacher quizzically looking over her shoulder.
How funny that Charlie wrote what she did... hee, hee... When I read this poem I thought of Charlie...and wondered if it was somehow about her.
I guess not, since it was the first poem she ever read of yours, but then... maybe you were dreaming of a student like Charlie.
I love the imagery of the poem...and feel it puts into perfect words what many poets feel.
Cryssa
(You might want to correct the spelling on the title...Laguage...) :~)
This tops my favorites of all the poems on AD. I love it. The imagery in this is outstanding, and feeds me. Everything I love about the English language comes out beautifully in this piece-- that euphony of sounds play out in a wonderful array, "She makes a list of metaphors"... hear those gorgeous s and m sounds melting together in all sorts of combinations? "Sensing a pattern in the world of chance"... soft explosives punctuating scenes, "and pushes a poem like a pie in her face"...gutterals mixed with liquids "Clusters of images cling to her lashes"; it's so lovely, it almost makes me want to cry at its beauty. And I felt that way the very first time I read this poem. It was the first of all of Dadvid Hightower's poems that I read. And I was hooked. And as a teacher of language, I wanted that-- wanted what this teacher saw/felt... for one of my students to feel that same way about words--about poetry as I did. This is an incredible write. A world-class poem. --Charlie
it must've been cool to be a teacher. I had wanted to do it, but never found my subject in time. And speaking of metaphors, clusters of images and phrases that "drip down your chin". That's what your poetry ALWAYS does that few other poets here at the Den (including me) can do.
Every idea, executed with maximum impact and the most potent phrases and words. I bought Aberjhani's poetry book the other day...Your next. Only lack of $ stands in the way.
michael
I love the premise of this.
"Suddenly the old language laughs a deep laugh."
That one does it for me.
I just love when it comes together.
Love it--RaeLynn
Dear David, I always say that you write well and you can teach the others, I am the first one who learns from you. Her reward is the poem. Bravo. Emile
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Thank you this was marvelous!
Lily
I like this poem.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
CarolHawks
A lovely, lively metaphor, followed by that line in the end that looks like an insignificant detail and yet means a lot.
Passionate and beautiful.
Axilea
I guess not, since it was the first poem she ever read of yours, but then... maybe you were dreaming of a student like Charlie.
I love the imagery of the poem...and feel it puts into perfect words what many poets feel.
Cryssa
(You might want to correct the spelling on the title...Laguage...) :~)
Cheers,
Dan
Every idea, executed with maximum impact and the most potent phrases and words. I bought Aberjhani's poetry book the other day...Your next. Only lack of $ stands in the way.
michael
John
"Suddenly the old language laughs a deep laugh."
That one does it for me.
I just love when it comes together.
Love it--RaeLynn
You do write well. -gene.