They sit and bicker
Pumping out posts
To produce the most
Off track soon they will be
Pausing their work to harass me
Trying to observe
They talk so quick
The moment I preserve
In the words I script
The discussion continues
The work is forgotten
As the time runs out
the process remains
Never stop thinking
Ideas pulling on the reigns
The poem of the week is called “Spring” and is written by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Since it’s the first day of spring, I found this poem to be a good fit for the week. Hopkins discusses the beauty of spring in this poem, and also relates “spring” to innocence.
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
Administration at the high school is considering a new schedule for the 2017-2018 school year. This schedule is designed to better incorporate band and chorus into the students’ schedules. To do this there will be designated classes which run on a semester schedule (periods 1 and 4 classes) and there will be classes which run throughout the entire school year (periods 2 and 3). Periods 1 and 4 classes will meet everyday through the semester, while periods 2 and 3 classes will alternate everyday (blue and gold days) for the year. This schedule makes classes such as band and chorus more accessible for students who cannot sacrifice CORE time. Mr. Welch feels that this will be beneficial because “the arts need to be better represented in our school.” This newly developed schedule will not affect AP classes which will still meet everyday throughout the entire school year.
The poem of the week this week is by Emily Dickinson and is titled “Hope is the thing with feathers”. This poem is one of my favorites, as its main motif is hope. Dickinson compares hope to a bird “that perches in the soul”. Through her extended metaphor, she discusses the significance and influence hope has in one’s life. She explains how hope becomes the drive for success, even through the darkest of storms.
Hope is the thing with feathers (254)
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Hannah Johnson was hired on January 23rd as the new Guidance Department Secretary to replace Heather Lorrain who accepted a new job as the church administrator at the Congregational Church. Ms. Johnson is originally from Waterville, Maine, but spent summers in the Boothbay region. She attended college at Wheelock in Boston and majored in hospital based social work. Ms. Johnson previously worked at the Goddard School, a new private school in Massachusetts, where she was the assistant director. Ms. Johnson says she “loves BRHS so far and her favorite part of her new job is meeting all of the lovely students.” She enjoys spending time and hiking around her new home with her fiancé and son. Ms. Johnson is a great addition to the BRHS family.
The following is a poem by Jane Hirshfield. The Academy of American Poets posted this poem the other day, as the poem of the day, in retrospect to the inauguration of Donald Trump. Though written much before he even began running for president, it is reputed to relate to the presidential situation. Do you think this poem is relevent to the inauguration?
Let Them Not Say
Let them not say: we did not see it.
Let them not say: we did not hear it.
Let them not say: they did not taste it.
We ate, we trembled.
Let them not say: it was not spoken, not written.
we witnessed with voices and hands.
Let them not say: they did nothing.
We did not-enough.
Let them say, as they must say something:
A kerosene beauty.
Let them say we warmed ourselves by it,
read by its light, praised,
and it burned.
The poem of the week is about nature. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow describes nature as a caring mother. He relates the relationship of child and mother to human and nature.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807 – 1882
As a fond mother, when the day is o’er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.