Three Prize-Winning Student Poems
by Miles DeClue '18
by Gwen Healy '19
by Micah (To'Londa) Torres '18. Performed in housemeeting on Martin Luther King Day. The quote that inspired it is included at the end.
(a poem by Amelia Opsahl '21, written for Karen Suchenski's Humanities 8 class)
I am from dusty New York Times newspapers in a precarious stack, displaced shoes and the smell of fried eggs.
The Unchanging Nights
Garden of the Body
A poem assembled from the words of every single middle schooler and read at the Eighth Grade Moving Up Ceremomy.
"Hey, Bill's crying." I nodded quietly as the student reading her poem looked over at me and then continued.
The Humanities 7 class had just finished reading Part Four of I Am Malala and I had been at something of a loss for how to run the discussion. It's a short, painful section that begins immediately after the Taliban shot her for her advocacy of Western values (such as girls' education) and continues through her hopitalization in Pakistan to her being airlifted to England. I arrived in class prepared with several ideas for how to handle it, but it was only at the moment of truth that I decided to ask the students to write a poem in reaction to the section, telling them they would read their poem to the class but would not need to share it with me electronically. They set immediately to work, and eventually it was down to two students waiting for the last line of their poems to come to them. The others were already working independently on other things while waiting, so I could hope these students would not feel the pressure to stop before they genuinely felt ready.