I am reflecting on my student teaching in fall of 2015, and I remembered the students had read this poem. Enjoy.
"Fill for me a brimming bowl" by John Keats (1814) Fill for me a brimming bowl And in it let me drown my soul: But put therein some drug, designed To Banish Women from my mind: For I want not the stream inspiring That fills the mind with--fond desiring, But I was as deep a draught As e'er from Lethe's wave was quaff'd From my despairing heart to charm The Image of the fairest form That e'er my reveling eyes beheld, That e'er my wandering fancy spell'd. In vain! away I cannot chace The melting softness of that face The beaminess of those bright eyes, That breast--earth's only Paradise. My sight will never more be blest; For all I see has lost its zest: Nor with delight can I explore The Classic page, or Muse's lore. Had she but known how beat my heart, And with one smile reliev'd its smart I should have felt a sweet relief, I should felt "the joy of grief." Yet as the Tuscan mid the snow of Lapland dreams on sweet Arno, Even for for ever shall she be The Halo of my Memory.
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My aloe vera, floating in a mason jar of water, sags from hypotonia. I keep propping him against my kitchen wall, but he slowly flops to the rim and hits the counter top. He is more dramatic than my sprightly pothos, who shoots green leaves each time I leave the house, or my succulent, Pearl, who hangs on my curtain rod and bends to the sun. My new friend, a potted lavender, fragrantly waves her hand at each passerby and unleashed dog. While my little garden isn't like Frances Hodgson Burnett's Misselthwaite Manor, it certainly is mine. "Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow." - Zora Neale Hurston Happy Earth Day.
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