Oh, hark! I hear the
conversation leading up to the inclusion of William Blake in the Common Core
State Standards (CCSS) Appendix of recommended literature for fourth grade.
Here’s a poem about a park.
Fourth graders like to play in the park.
Not in my neighborhood, they mostly play video games.
But it would be better if they played in the park, so let’s go
with it.
Who’s the author?
William Blake. I’ve heard
of him.
THE William Blake of the 18th century? The nutter who espoused free love and eschewed
the church? That William Blake?
Yes, that’s the best part.
He's out of copyright.
Didn’t he have hallucinations about talking to angels in trees and
God sticking his head in his bedroom window?
Look! He made a bunch of pictures to go with his poems. A model for students illustrating their own poems.
Luckily most of his artwork will be blocked by elementary school
search engines.
We don’t have to look at his artwork, we can just talk about it. And look here, 12,462 PhDs have written their
theses on him. This guy is a great topic
for online research assignments.
Most of those papers were written about whether or not opium
influenced his writing and artwork.
A cross-curricular connection for science class!
He thought marriage was institutionalized prostitution.
That works right into our social studies unit on slavery. Do you see any math connections here? We might have a home run.
Look, I just don’t think this guy is very good. Most of his rhymes are too predictable and
these couplets don't work at all:
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,or
Till the little
ones, weary,
No more can be
merry:
He’s quirky, I’ll grant you that.
He was insane.
Since 1820 every educated person has had to study Blake.
Not in fourth grade alongside Ramona and The Hardy Boys. Even his contemporaries thought he was a mediocre poet and a headcase.
That was before he was dead, what did they know? Stop trying to buck the system.
How else will we prepare them for seventh grade where he appears again
rhyming “eye” with “symmetry?”
Can’t we find a poem more relevant to kids’ lives rather than this
thing written through the eyes of two bitter geezers leering at kids in a park
discussing their youth-time?
He was a free thinker, he didn’t bow to the wishes of others.
Are you saying we should include him just because he is like the
honey badger? What about poetic
form? About relevancy of content? About his themes?
The man was English, he is old, and he is out of copyright. What more do you want?
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells’ cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
‘Such, such were the joys
When we all—girls and boys—
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.’
Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry:
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.
