The Classroom Morning
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The chalk dust in the morning light—
it fell in the sunbeam like slow snow,
and the blackboard held yesterday's erased lesson
in the ghost of what the chalk would show.
We filed in with our noise and our notebooks,
settled into the particular fidget of our age,
and then the teacher arrived with the quiet
that turned our noise into the turning page.
The classroom morning is a specific beauty—
the organized possibility of it all,
the world arranged for learning and for growing,
the full, attending, early-morning hall.
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The chalk dust in the morning light—
it fell in the sunbeam like slow snow,
and the blackboard held yesterday's erased lesson
in the ghost of what the chalk would show.
We filed in with our noise and our notebooks,
settled into the particular fidget of our age,
and then the teacher arrived with the quiet
that turned our noise into the turning page.
The classroom morning is a specific beauty—
the organized possibility of it all,
the world arranged for learning and for growing,
the full, attending, early-morning hall.
