“I Hear America Singing”

The title for this site comes from Walt Whitman’s poem of the same title; the text of the poem follows. I chose the title and poem because the speaker sees each individual person as unique and affirms the individual strengths, yet the poet also sees those individuals as part of a whole — America. I also chose it because of Whitman’s beautiful metaphor, which reflects my love for music.

The poem is a lovely picture of what I hope a classroom can be: learners with individual strengths and passions working together towards the common goals of discovering the power of language and becoming master craftsmen of reading and writing.

For your individual class assignments and documents, click on the tab for your course.

I Hear America Singing, by Walt Whitman

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe
     and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the
     deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing
     as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the
     morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at
     work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young
     fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.