“The thing is,” Charlotte Mason said in a book she wrote for children, “to keep your eye upon words and wait to feel their force and beauty; and, when words are so fit that no other words can be put in their places, so few that none can be left out without spoiling the sense, and so fresh and musical that they delight you, then you may be sure that you are reading Literature, whether in prose or poetry. A great deal of delightful literature can be recognised only by this test.” (Ourselves Book I)
This book contains a selection of poems carefully chosen for the use of students using the AmblesideOnline Curriculum, Year Six, but enjoyable for those of all ages. In addition, we have included our own biographical and teaching notes.
These are not just poems: they are friends who touched our hearts, made us smile, helped us see the world in a new way, helped us give words to what we were already seeing.
We used this book for our homeschool this year. I still get out my other poetry books to enjoy alongside of this anthology. But the anthology has a good selection and makes reading the assigned poems much easier.
Frost Section: 5 Stars
Poems memorized:
L's Favorite Poem :
Stopping by Woods on the Snowy Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
A's Favorite poem:
The Oven Bird There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says that leaves are old and that for flowers Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten. He says the early petal-fall is past When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers On sunny days a moment overcast; And comes that other fall we name the fall. He says the highway dust is over all. The bird would cease and be as other birds But that he knows in singing not to sing. The question that he frames in all but words Is what to make of a diminished thing.
Carl Sanburg Section: 3.5 stars
One of our poets for this term. It was strange reading this right after studying Frost. His poetry is more urban than I remember (or was it just the juxtaposition?) His nature poems seemed especially urban. We enjoyed them.
Poems memorized.
L's favorite:
Primer Lesson
Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go It is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; They walk off proud; They can't hear you calling-- Look out how you use proud words.
A's Favorite:
Goldwing Moth A goldwing moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle on the desk Last night it flew hundreds of circles around a glass bulb and a flame wire. The wings are a soft gold; it is the gold of illuminated initials in manuscripts of the medieval monks.