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Transcript of ~Possum Crossing~
By Nikki Giovanni About the Author Possum Crossing
by Nikki Giovanni
Backing out the driveway
the car lights cast an eerie glow
in the morning fog centering
on movement in the rain slick street
Hitting brakes I anticipate a squirrel or a cat or sometimes
a little raccoon
I once braked for a blind little mole who try though he did
could not escape the cat toying with his life
Mother-to-be possum occasionally lopes home . . . being
naturally . . . slow her condition makes her even more ginger
We need a sign POSSUM CROSSING to warn coffee-gurgling neighbors:
we share the streets with more than trucks and vans and
All birds being the living kin of dinosaurs
think themselves invincible and pay no heed
to the rolling wheels while they dine
on an unlucky rabbit
I hit brakes for the flutter of the lights hoping it's not a deer
or a skunk or a groundhog
coffee splashes over the cup which I quickly put away from me
and into the empty passenger seat
I look . . .
relieved and exasperated ...
to discover I have just missed a big wet leaf
struggling . . . to lift itself into the wind
and live Poem Analysis My Other Poem Where the Sidewalk Ends
By Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends. I thought that this poem was really fun. It was different than a lot of the other peoms I've read, and that was nice. Plus, it reminded me of when my mom and I are on the highway and we have to be careful not to hit any animals. About This Poem Mr. Silverstein was born September 25, 1930 in Chigago. He passed away in 1999. During his lifetime, he wrote poetry and composed music. He even wrote a song, A Boy Named Sue, that was made famous by Johnny Cash. One of Shel's most famous works is The Giving Tree. He is very well know for his works of peotry.
The reason I chose this poem is because it has always been one of my favorites. My favorite poems to read as a child were always by Shel Silverstein. Nikki Giovanni Nikki Giovanni was born June 7, 1943. Her birth name was Yolande Cornelia Giovanni, Jr. Even though she was born in Knoxville, Tennessee she soon moved to Lincoln Heights; an all-black suburb of Cincinnati, Ohio. She graduated from Fisk University in 1967. A year later, she published her first book; Black Feeling, Black Talk. Since then, Nikki has had over 30 other books published! Close to all of these books have recieved honors or rewards. Nikki herself has recieved over 25 honorary degrees. She has been recognized by many people and organizations including the following: Oprah Winfrey, New York Times Bestseller List, Los Angeles Times Bestseller List, Ohio Women's Hall of Fame, and many others. The poem POSSUM CROSSING is a free verse poem. Although it doesn't have a certain syllable pattern or rhyme scheme, there is a recognizable flow. Within the poem there are a few different poetice devices.
~idiom~ toying with his life
~personification~ big wet leaf struggling... to lift itself into the wind and live
~onomatopoeia~ gurgling The End