Poetry Camp, Day 3

It was full and fast, real and raw.  We found ourselves downtown again on day three.  The girls engaged in their place -- a downtown morning, the view down to the Clark Fork from the Higgins Bridge, the odd revelry of Out to Lunch in Caras Park.  The girls wanted to bring their journals home on their third and final day, though some of them gave me copies of some of their favorite pieces.  They also all promised to type up their poems and email them to me so that I can publish them here...(remember girls!!!)  It was lovely.  They are amazing.

Spent some time with William Carlos Willimas on day three.  Discussed his precision with language, how his simplicity was revolutionary at the time.  The girls wrote responses to, "This is Just to Say" and, "The Red Wheelbarrow."

This Is Just To Say

  by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15535#sthash.GmpfgTUN.dpuf

This Is Just To Say

  by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15535#sthash.Te37VYZG.dpuf

This Is Just To Say

  by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15535#sthash.GmpfgTUN.dpuf

This Is Just To Say

  by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15535#sthash.atJL39a6.dpuf

The Red Wheelbarrow

William Carlos Williams

---

so much depends
upon a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.

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So Much Depends
by Antigone

So much depends
on the little girl
with short choppy hair
and a gap in her smile,

and the way she dances
while nobody's watching.



This Small Tree
by Wren

So much depends
upon

this small
tree

scarred over the
years

beside this cool
river

This Here River
by Sophia

So much depends
upon

this here river

smooth
with ripples

beside the
music

that sings
with its soul

So Much Depends
by Eliana

So much depends
upon

the time I made you cry

and you screamed at me

but I still love you

This is Just to Say
by Eliana

I have snooped

and seen the
presents
in the closet

which I know
were for my birthday

I'm sorry,
but maybe you should
hide them better,
because the temptation
is just too strong

This is Just to Say
by Ellie J.

This is just to say
so sorry
I have eaten the cookies
they were beautifully delicious

I beg for mercy.

River
by Eliana

Shivering shards of oil.
All is dark until sunlight hits.
Then the glass explodes;
extravagant, golden threads.
Silver speckled sand.
The shining shells and melting waves.
Then, the crystals fling themselves
into darkness,
watch as they leak away.

Bridge
by Sophia

Broken books and burning bridges.
Do not let this memory fade.
Silently slide your ring of fortune,
let me show you the world of fame,
shed your tears and shed your shackles,
you are no prisoner where we go.
Let me show you the other life,
let me show you what you are missing.
Let me show you the city at night.

Golden City
by Sophia

Golden city, golden valley.
Guard this river of memories old.
Play your music, soft and saddening.
Call to me of times gone sold.
Wish upon this river mellow,
dead man's cloth not hinder where.
Wash away the sins of Eden.
Cleanse this valley, cleanse this gold.