High schools, God said, Day 1, and down they came from his heavenly hands like hail.
With red, bold bricks lining the walls, juxtaposed to the Irish green lawn,
rectangle panes of glass,
giving a small glimpse to a world of tables, chairs and lockers.
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Look! Our storm-thrashed garden,
that parade of ants tottering
about on high heels waving rose
petal parasols: the same petals
in which yesterday I watched bees,
one after another—bandy legs
glittering with gold—
enjoy themselves, and which
tomorrow at breakfast
will blossom on your lips.
Summer Reading Book:
A Whole New Mind by Daniel Pink
Texts:
Distant Early Warning by Rad Smith
Native Guard by Natasha Trethewey
Ariel: The Restored Edition by Sylvia Plath
The Colossus and other poems by Sylvia Plath
The Spirit Level by Seamus Heaney
Seeing Things by Seamus Heaney
The Faber Yeats: Poems Selected by Seamus Heaney by W.B. Yeats
The New Yorker
Thanks to “Team Empathy” (EmmettErinClaireJen) for these interesting, fun self-tests!
