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24 May 2022

Posted by Susmita Bhattacharya

I cannot hear a Nightingale

We looked at John Keat's poem, Ode to a Nightingale, and then followed Simon Mole's video to create our own poem about sounds. 
Here are a couple of poems by Ansh and Parth, who explored the sounds they listened to with their eyes closed and then created a poem exploring those sounds.
 
I cannot hear a nightingale but…
I can hear my extremely wonderful scissors cutting.
I can hear a melody of cars driving with the engine rumbling,
And my mom’s phone in the background having a ringtone, rumbling
Singing feels like my mom’s phone ringing in a peaceful tune,
At the same time, my door is getting slammed and it’s like, KABOOM!
 
My mom hears every sound, but she doesn’t notice it,
Her phone rings and it has a funny ringtone until she shushes it, but only a bit.
 
My laptop keys are pressed every millisecond,
But for myself, I must beckon.
- Ansh Jhawar

I cannot hear a nightingale but...
I can hear a noise of when you flush the toilet.
The bathtub can hear it too. I think he is getting super annoyed.
I can hear a message on a phone, like its chirping a morning song.
I can hear a light sound of my heart beating away like s drum. DUN DUM DUN!!!
I can hear my neighbours talking away. Probably they are going to unite all conversations and make a song out of it.
But sadly I can’t hear a nightingale.
- Parth Kabra

 

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