Reasons to really like a professor
Sep. 15th, 2004 07:47 pmor several of them...
My choir prof., Dr. J., gave us this poem today. He read it to us, almost brought me to tears, honestly. He then said to take it home and consider it for a day or two, and be prepared to receive the music that goes with it on Friday.
The man truly loves what he's doing, and it rushes out of him with every new class...you cannot help but be consumed.
without further delay...
Returning Home
John Ciardi
I want to tell you a gentlest thing. Like light to you.
Like old faces being fed a good memory from inside themselves.
Like eyes that do not watch but slowly meet across a room
in which everyone is, and no one need hurry to what he is sure of.
I want to say before we run out of rooms
and every one that I am slowest, surest, gentlest, too,
across whatever room
I look at you.
My choir prof., Dr. J., gave us this poem today. He read it to us, almost brought me to tears, honestly. He then said to take it home and consider it for a day or two, and be prepared to receive the music that goes with it on Friday.
The man truly loves what he's doing, and it rushes out of him with every new class...you cannot help but be consumed.
without further delay...
Returning Home
John Ciardi
I want to tell you a gentlest thing. Like light to you.
Like old faces being fed a good memory from inside themselves.
Like eyes that do not watch but slowly meet across a room
in which everyone is, and no one need hurry to what he is sure of.
I want to say before we run out of rooms
and every one that I am slowest, surest, gentlest, too,
across whatever room
I look at you.
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Date: 2004-09-15 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-16 09:31 pm (UTC)~8(
the financial aid thing got screwed-up, and now I'll be lucky if I can afford my books, let alone gas money.
Please tell Steve I said goodbye, and to take care of himself.
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Date: 2004-09-15 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 09:26 pm (UTC)