I read and heard about your National Poetry Month and I confess being a tad jealous. To my knowledge we donβt have anything like this and I honestly know few ppl interested in poetry! Thanks for sharing this great poem.
The wonderful thing is that we can cry. We can cry as a nation or family. Or just cry alone by ourselves. We cry at big things and things that might seem insignificant.
What if you couldn’t cry? What if you couldn’t be moved by or feel the sadness of others?
Too often we say to a child or a grownup. “Oh, stop your crying!”
We should never be ashamed of crying.
“You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, or even vagueness – ignorance, credulity – helps your enjoyment of these things.” .. Walt Whitman
Words that describe the unusual or the astonishing are thrown around on white pages until they become mundane, the unremarkable they were meant to replace. The title of this piece–Wondrous, is one such word, but not in this case. This is a genuine use of the word–Wondrous. Truly masterful.
This is very touching. I remember having a lump in my throat when Charlotte died when I saw the cartoon for the first time as a child. And how moving it is referring to the own mother. Very touching.
Boy, talk about transcendence…how an imaginary spider became real to so many and moved to tears most who read the story. It also got us to thinking and learning about where pork comes from. Brilliant book by Mr. White.
Some books moved me to tears every time I read them to children. Old Yeller comes to mind, seeing the looks of sadness on my students’ faces along with the haunting scenes and words.
I read and heard about your National Poetry Month and I confess being a tad jealous. To my knowledge we donβt have anything like this and I honestly know few ppl interested in poetry! Thanks for sharing this great poem.
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my pleasure, and you could start it there, kiki –
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Lovely Poem π·ππ·ππ»
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it is a beauty
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Yes πΉππΉ
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Thank you!
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Welcome ππ·
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This shows that poetry is truly a marvelous form of art. Thanks for sharing this, Beth! This is a wonderful piece of work!
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i had a feeling you’d appreciate it
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Thank you!
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Yes, wondrous. Thank you for sharing.
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my pleasure –
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Thank you!
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That’s powerful!
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It is!
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Thank you!
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Love this poem.
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I do too
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Thank you for reading my poem.
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The wonderful thing is that we can cry. We can cry as a nation or family. Or just cry alone by ourselves. We cry at big things and things that might seem insignificant.
What if you couldn’t cry? What if you couldn’t be moved by or feel the sadness of others?
Too often we say to a child or a grownup. “Oh, stop your crying!”
We should never be ashamed of crying.
Why we are crying is a different topic.
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You are so right
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“You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, or even vagueness – ignorance, credulity – helps your enjoyment of these things.” .. Walt Whitman
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Beautiful
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Walt’s word are magical..
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Oh so touching, Beth.
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It is –
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Thank you for reading.
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Made me cry too. Beautiful poem β€
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Itβs impossible not to be touched with it
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Thank you for reading. April 23 was my motherβs birthday.
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My daughterβs birthday too
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Beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing
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My pleasure, sadje
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Thank you for reading.
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Youβre welcome π
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Words that describe the unusual or the astonishing are thrown around on white pages until they become mundane, the unremarkable they were meant to replace. The title of this piece–Wondrous, is one such word, but not in this case. This is a genuine use of the word–Wondrous. Truly masterful.
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I so agree with you
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Thank you for reading.
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Reblogged this on Daniel Kemp and commented:
This is REALLY Wondrous
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Ty
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Thanks for reading and sharing, Daniel.
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This is very touching. I remember having a lump in my throat when Charlotte died when I saw the cartoon for the first time as a child. And how moving it is referring to the own mother. Very touching.
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Yes, touching on many levels
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How lovely….our emotions.
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Yes, open and real
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Boy, talk about transcendence…how an imaginary spider became real to so many and moved to tears most who read the story. It also got us to thinking and learning about where pork comes from. Brilliant book by Mr. White.
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So many lessons there
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“She died alone.” Painful words, especially this year.
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Yes, so true and sad
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Terrific – thanks for sharing!
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My pleasure
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Wow!
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Yes!
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so beautiful and moving a poem π
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It is –
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how did you come across this beautiful poem, Beth ?
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from a friend who is a teacher in Moscow
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okay, thanks
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Itβs the final poem in my book Sad Math — hence the title.
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i’d love to read your book, sarah. i was very taken with this poem.
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Wow. Stunning.
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I thought so, too
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to think how one man’s imagination could provide so much pleasure to millions… and lead to wonderful poetry like this…
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isn’t it amazing how that has happened ?
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thank heaven for artists!
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Right!
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Some books moved me to tears every time I read them to children. Old Yeller comes to mind, seeing the looks of sadness on my students’ faces along with the haunting scenes and words.
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aww, yes –
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So beautiful! β(βΰΈ±ββΰΈ± )β ΰΌβ‘
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yes –
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Thank you so much for sharing this beauty. I look up and my copy of Charlotte’s Web is right there… I think I shall reread it now…
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I love to reread it every so often
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I’m overdue!
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This is beautiful and touching!
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Lovely poem
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I love her words here
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Thank you for reading.
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So so true.
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Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem, beth.
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I thought it so moving
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Thank you for reading.
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she has such a lovely way with words
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Thank you for posting and everyone for reading.
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My pleasure
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