Saturday, December 02, 2006

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Love in the Classroom

-- for my students

 

Afternoon.  Across the garden, in Green Hall,

someone begins playing the old piano –

a spontaneous piece, amateurish and alive,

full of a simple, joyful melody.

The music floats among us in the classroom.

 

I stand in front of my students

telling them about sentence fragments.

I ask them to find the ten fragments

in the twenty-one-sentence paragraph on page forty-five.

They’ve come from all parts

of the world – Iran, Micronesia, Africa,

Japan, China, even Los Angeles – and they’re still

eager to please me.  It’s less than half

way through the quarter.

 

They bend over their books and begin.

Hamid’s lips move as he follows

the tortuous labyrinth of English syntax.

Yoshie sits erect, perfect in her pale make-up,

legs crossed, quick pulse minutely

jerking her right foot.  Tony,

from an island in the South Pacific,

sprawls limp and relaxed in his desk.

 

The melody floats around and through us

in the room, broken here and there, fragmented,

re-started.  It feels mideastern, but

it could be jazz, or the blues – it could be

anything from anywhere.

I sit down on my desk to wait,

and it hits me from nowhere – a sudden

sweet, almost painful love for my students.

 

“Never mind,” I want to cry out.

“It doesn’t matter about fragments.

Finding them or not.  Everything’s

a fragment and everything’s not a fragment.

Listen to the music, how fragmented,

how whole, how we can’t separate the music

from the sun falling on its knees on all the greenness,

from this movement, how this moment

contains all the fragments of yesterday

and everything we’ll ever know of tomorrow!”

 

Instead, I keep a coward’s silence,

the music stops abruptly;

they finish their work,

and we go through the right answers,

which is to say

we separate the fragments from the whole.

 

     Al Zolynas

 

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