A dozen years ago I visited Edinburgh and there became acquainted with the poetry of Scottish writer Muriel Spark (1918-2006) -- prior to that visit I had known Spark only as a novelist. Today -- prompted by Thanksgiving celebration with grandchildren -- I have remembered an English rhyme that my own grandmother teased me with in childhood, "Going to St Ives" and, from there, I've recalled a pair of Spark's rhymes that follow a similar pattern. I offer them below; despite strong rhyme, these are not entirely light fare--instead, they make us aware of the sad multiplication of bonds and wounds . . .
Conundrum by Muriel Spark
As I was going to Handover Fists
I met a man with seven wrists.
The seven wrists had seven hands;
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Friday, August 2, 2013
Nursery Rhyme Mathematics
During the last week of July I was in California, vacationing with family (including six of my grandchildren). Most of these kids have grown past a fascination with nursery rhymes, but I still like them -- and think it's likely that memorization of rhymes helps with learning to read and count.
Here is one of my favorites, "A Diller, a Dollar."
Here is one of my favorites, "A Diller, a Dollar."
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counting,
dollar,
grandchildren,
mathematics,
poem,
rhyme,
St Ives
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