POETRY
What is Poetry? Who knows?
Not a rose, but the scent of the rose;
Not the sky, but the light in the sky;
Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;
Not the sea, but the sound of the sea;
Not myself, but what makes me
See, hear, and feel something that prose
Cannot: and what it is who knows?
-Eleanor Farjeon
Gladsome Lights 
Lovely! Everett has been reading a some poems by Eleanor Farjeon as a part of his language arts study this year. Through his poem recitations each week, I’ve learned of Farjeon and admire her simple and beautiful usage of words. Everett just read this week a nature focused one of her works, “After-Harvest”. You might enjoy that one. He also enjoyed another lovely one, “Books”, a couple weeks ago.
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I will look for those!
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I didn’t realize until this week that Eleanor Farjeon is the author of the book your young middle grandchildren love along with you, “The Little Bookroom”. 🙂
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We read four stories from that book during my three days with grandchildren recently! Two of them were long ones squeezed in to my last morning 🙂
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I like Eleanor Farjeon!
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It’s interesting to read this poem now, after just reading the other poem from “A Long Caravan of Evenings.” I read that one once, and knew I could not struggle with my brain to read it again and again, trying to understand his thinking in his words. But it was not necessary; the feel of the poem was quite clear. Exactly as the poem in this post says — the scent of it, and sound of it, and emotion of it, is all that’s needed to communicate the poet’s thinking to me.
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