I feel kind of out of the poetry loop this past few months. I’ve been a first-round poetry judge for the CYBILS several times, and that means Oct-Dec=reading all the great children’s/ya poetry that I missed throughout the year. This year, I’m a second-round judge, which I’m also looking forward to. But I’ve missed the piles of poetry!
I’m sharing a poem today from the first poetry book I remember owning. It was given to me by Mr. Rom, by 9th-grade English teacher. He gave the 5 kids with the highest GPAs each a book at the end of each quin. Here’s what I got:
The year is ending, and I love both endings and beginnings (and the sound of church bells), so this seems appropriate:
Ring Out, Wild Bells
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Read the rest here!
I love the abandon, and the beauty, and the harshness of this poem. “Ring out, ring out, my mournful rhymes,/But ring the fuller minstrel in.” Yes!
Kate Coombs (AKA Book Aunt) has the Poetry Friday Roundup today! Check it out!