Learning the Language

December 20, 1993|By Rosemary Klein

No concentration is more

natural than my students engaged

in the struggle of finding the obstinate

way of language, that door slammed

shut so often, flung open it startles them,

takes them back to their childhoods,

redresses their wrongs, recalls their

happiness. Days crowd into weeks

and I marvel at my students --

how strong they are, how tenacious --

and the language flows like clouds

riding a perfect blue sky into shapes

that seek names from my students,

the smart and the brave ones

who with their thoughts and tongues

and words, who with their feelings

have made today the sun go

up and the sun go down. My students

who have clothed the world in light.

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