As April seems to be poetry writing month, I have been teaching my classes in Meghalaya, something about poetry and wondering how they’ll manage to understand it, given their first language is not English. It’s quite hard to explain poetry via zoom, but I’ve been pleasantly surprised by some of our students’ poems just in their first week of poetry.
This one in particular came through today:
I think it was the unexpectedness of the last line that got me, I’ve had students who love whales, elephants, tigers and other wild animals, but to date not a single polar bear.
I feel a tinge of regret, as I read this delightful poem, because I realise that Haban will probably never see a real polar bear in his life, just as it saddens me to think that most of these kids will never even glimpse the ocean.
But they can still learn to write poetry!