Showing posts with label Passages. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Passages. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Filling the Well/Passages: Lee Bennett Hopkins (1938-2019) and Judy Collins

 


 (April 13, 1938 – August 8, 2019)
 
 
BEEN
 
to
yesterdays.
 
Lived 
through
todays.
 
Looking on
toward
tomorrows—
 
new characters,
new plays.


Excerpt from Been To Yesterdays: Poems of a Life, first published in 1995 by Wordsong (Boyds Mills Press).
 
Find out more about Lee at his website, at No Water River, or by reading this interview at Today's Little Ditty. (You can browse through other TLD posts about Lee HERE.)







 
 
"Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow"
Sung by Judy Collins and the kids on Sesame Street (1976)




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Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Filling the Well/Passages: Beverly Cleary (1916-2021)

 


(April 12, 1916 – March 25, 2021)

     “Come on, Mama!” urged Ramona, pausing in her singing and skipping. “We don’t want to be late for school.”

     “Don’t pester, Ramona,” said Mrs. Quimby. “I’ll get you there in plenty of time.”

     “I’m not pestering,” protested Ramona, who never meant to pester. She was not a slowpoke grown-up. She was a girl who could not wait. Life was so interesting she had to find out what happened next.”
 
 
From Ramona the Pest, first published in 1968 by William Morrow and Company.
















"Kindergarten Kids Explain Their First Day of School"




 

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Saturday, April 2, 2022

Filling the Well/Passages: Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875)

 
Anhlewing butterfly photographed in Denmark in October 2008. (Public Domain)

 
(April 2, 1805 – August 4, 1875)
 
“But to live is not enough,” declared the butterfly. 
“One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”


From The Butterfly,  
first published in 1861.


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Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Passages: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900–1944)

 
 
 
(June 29, 1900 – July 31, 1944) 
 
"My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens; people hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike. So I'm rather bored. But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I'll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Other footsteps send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me! The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat . . . "

 
From The Little Prince, first published in 1943 by Reynal & Hitchcock.
 
 
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Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Passages: Norton Juster (1929–2021)

 
 
 
(June 2, 1929 – March 8, 2021)
 
"Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn?” she inquired. “Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause in a roomful of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re all alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful, if you listen carefully.”  
– The Soundkeeper    
 
From The Phantom Tollbooth, first published in 1961 by Random House.


 
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