A Poem to Mark the End of April


Apr 23, 2019 | Posted by the IEW Blog Team

 

We are about to move out of April, which also marks the end of National Poetry Month. But before we do, we would like to share with you one of our favorite poems. Even better, we have some wonderful video of Andrew Pudewa reciting it! Please share this with your students. We think you’ll agree that it’s a thrilling poem that rolls off the tongue.

                                                Jabberwocky
                                             By Lewis Carroll

                                 ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
                                     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
                                 All mimsy were the borogoves,
                                     And the mome raths outgrabe.

                                 “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
                                     The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
                                 Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
                                     The frumious Bandersnatch!”

                                 He took his vorpal sword in hand;
                                     Long time the manxome foe he sought—
                                 So rested he by the Tumtum tree
                                     And stood awhile in thought.

                                 And, as in uffish thought he stood,
                                      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
                                 Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
                                      And burbled as it came!

                                 One, two! One, two! And through and through
                                     The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
                                 He left it dead, and with its head
                                     He went galumphing back.

                                 “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
                                     Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
                                 O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
                                     He chortled in his joy.

                                 ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
                                     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
                                 All mimsy were the borogoves,
                                     And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

To see the poem recited, check out this video of Andrew:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would you like to share even more beautiful poetry with your students? Check out our program Linguistic Development through Poetry Memorization, which is filled with many wonderful poems and speeches. It’s a great way to help your students grow their linguistic skills as well as learn vocabulary and sophisticated sentence structure.

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