Plus a poem:
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
That's Mary Oliver, from When Death Comes.
We talked about the Harlem Renaissance in my class on Saturday, and read a couple of Langston Hughes poems, which the students loved. One student suggested that they could memorize a poem in English as a homework assignment, so I spent yesterday putting together 15 poems/excerpts that I think they would understand and enjoy. (Not necessarily to memorize, although if anyone wants to do that I'd be thrilled.)
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