Category Archives: Poetry

When I Am an Old Woman

Classes 2A and 2P recently wrote some poems about old age. Here’s a sample – you can click on it for a larger view:

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Make the Sparkle Continue

Here’s a video of Liang Tung reading her poem “Life Is Art” at the Immigrant Poets of New York program. You can also read it below:

Life is Art

Liang Tung

Life is art

Don’t lock us inside

Let us go out

Life is art

New places

Have a fresh start

Life is art

Through time

Make it grow

Life is art

It can be attractive

Or dull, dull

Life is art

Keep progressing

Cheerful dreams come true

Life is art

It is created by you

And I

Life is art

Out of suffering

You feel appreciation

Life is art

Crafty hands

Make it shine

Life is art

Brighten yourself

And others

Life is art

Make the sparkle continue

Light precious life bright

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Cheer Up Old Fellows!

 

Watch above and read below Pei Lin Yu’s poem from Immigrant Poets in New York:

Old Age

Pei Lin Yu

Time flies fast

From infancy to old age in a blink of an eye

Don’t cry about getting old

Don’t worry about unknown futures

Enjoy everyday of the rest of your life

Old age is called the golden age

Old age is the tree covered with colorful flowers

Old age is as beautiful as the sunset

Old age is full of knowledge and wisdom

Old age is the way to heaven

Cheer up

Cheer up old fellows!

 

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Immigrant Poets in New York

This Tuesday, November 18th at 1:00PM, the Book Club Class will be sharing some of their stories and poems. This event will take place in Speyer Hall in 184 Eldridge Street. The event is open to everyone and FREE. Hope to see you there.

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Two More Summer Poems

From About.com Poetry:

I Know I Am But Summer to Your Heart

Edna St. Vincent Millary

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of spring.

Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

 

Carl Sandburg

Back Yard

Carl Sandburg

Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.

An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month;
to-night they are throwing you kisses.

An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a
cherry tree in his back yard.

The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking
white thoughts you rain down.

Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.

 

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Two Summer Poems

From About.com Poetry:

In the Mountains on a Summer Day
Li Po, translated by Arthur Waley

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.

 

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Emily Dickinson

Summer — we all have seen —
A few of us — believed —
A few — the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved —

But Summer does not care —
She goes her spacious way
As eligible as the moon
To our Temerity —

The Doom to be adored —
The Affluence conferred —
Unknown as to an Ecstasy
The Embryo endowed —

 

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