A poem inspired by Walt Whitman’s “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer”
When I heard the learn’d grammarian,
When the nouns, the adjectives, were ranged in sentences before me,
When I was shown the graphic organizers and paragraphs, to draft, revise and edit them,
When I sitting heard the grammarian where she lectured with much applause in the classroom,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
To my quiet dining room table, and from time to time,
Look’d in perfect silence at the journal before me.
–Marilyn Yung
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Marilyn Yung 