Perhaps my favorite part of home education is when I read poetry to my children. This is a regular, daily event in our house. Poetry brings the highest level of language to the eye and ear. It places the loftiest thoughts in their minds and it stirs the emotional spirit of my family. The beauty of nature is revered in verse, and the sufferings of man are explored. I have found no better way to engage the mind toward religious contemplation than through poetry. The fundamental questions of life are asked. There are so many ways to bring poetry into everyday home education: singing or reciting a hymn, reading from anthologies of great verse, turning to the whirlwind in Job, dramatizing a sonnet, or rhyming an original verse. Whether it is the siting-at-the-edge-of-your-seat “Casey at Bat” or the fantastical “Jabberwocky” (no I’m not sure of the pronounciation of the words in that one, but who cares?) or the questioning “Who Has Seen the Wind?” — the mind is lured to think sharply and follow complicated linguistic patterns.
This is not to say that the comic poems are passed over. No, not at all. Every child in my house can recite “Ooey Gooey was a worm, a mighty worm was he. He stepped upon the railroad tracks, the train he did not see! OOOOOOeeeeeyyyyy GOOOOOeeeeeeyyyyyyy.” And then there is “Celery raw, develops the jaw, But celery, stewed, Is more quietly chewed.” (Ogden Nash). There are also large quantities of limericks frequently enjoyed in our home.
Recently I introduced my children to Frostiana — Seven Country Songs, a musical composition by Randall Thompson, which takes the poetry of Robert Frost and pairs it with the language of music. The results of this work are superb and I have both sung these in formal choir settings and directed choirs in these pieces. It would not have been as satisfying and enriching of an experience if my children would have initially met up with Frostiana with an actual recording or performance, so over the past few weeks we have studied Robert Frost’s life and poetry ahead of listening to Thompson’s rendition. I labored over this with great anticipation of finally playing the musical rendition of the poetry, and was at war with the temptation to just go ahead and play it ahead of savoring the poetry on its own. I don’t know how I did it, but I did wait until the right time to play the recording.
Finally the day came when our family took a country drive around Lake Lavon and James and I smiled at each other as we slipped the CD into the player. As much as I love Frostiana, even more so I delighted in the expressions on my children’s faces as each piece climaxed and then fell in action and resolved. There were giggles at the end of “The Telephone” as we all had a good laugh at Frost’s way of inviting himself to a friend’s house (was the flower on the sill a daffodil with its trumpet-like petals? and just how did Frost on the other end find the exact flower in the field that was ringing?), but it was “Choose Something Like a Star” that left the children breathless and deeply satisfied. I knew this would be the case. This was the piece I conducted in college as my final exam in choral conducting. I had to write a complete term paper on the musical expertise of this piece. This also is the piece I sung for competition in high school choir. This was the piece that I rendered the piano accompaniment to the East Texas choir that won district competition. Yes, I am too familiar with the satisfaction of great poetry and great music when they join so well as they do with Frost/Thompson. And perhaps this is why Robert Frost himself at the premiere performance of all of the Frostiana pieces stood up right in the middle of the concert at the conclusion of “Choose Something Like a Star” and said, “Sing it again!” And so they did.
One of the things that I appreciate about composers of the past 150 years is that the techniques penned by great literary authors are now a part of musical composition. Onomatopoeia, assonance, consonance, alliteration, understatement, hyperbole, cliche, oxymoron, imagery, simile, personification, metaphor, foreshadowing, symbolism. Yes, some of this is in Mozart. But it is the more recent compositions that have expressed these so well. And Frostiana is a prime example.
There are times that I believe that the reward of education and teaching is when another person experiences the homogenization of language, fact, nature, human experience, and spiritual understanding. To see the light bulb go on in the brain, the smile sweep across the face in “I got it!” and the soul reach new heights in emotion and understanding, well, it is all a teacher could desire.
On the Thompson recording was something not part of Frostiana. Thompson’s “Alleluia” is, in the opinion of my musical husband and me, the greatest choral piece ever written. We were able to explain how the music follows the path that great literature walks upon …. setting & character, rising action with a conflict, climax, denouement, and finally resolution. For those of our children who have the gift of literacy and have examined literature with us in this way, the musical “Alleluia” was just the cream of the crop. I know the music of heaven will go well beyond this piece, but on this side of heaven it is heavenly.
Although Frost is known best for “The Road Less Taken” and “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” and “The Road Not Taken,” I leave with you “The Telephone” and “Choose Something Like a Star” for your enjoyment. The first is quite easy to figure out, but the latter if you get stuck, send me an email and I’ll give you some clues on taciturn and Keat’s eremite and what possibly the star means. And even more, what man’s great dilemma is and how his response is so often wrong. Enjoy.
5. Frostiana: The Telephone ‘When I was just as far as I could walk
From here to-day,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say–
You spoke from that flower on the window sill-
Do you remember what it was you said?’
‘First tell me what it was you thought you heard.’
‘Having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned my head
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the word–
What was it? Did you call me by my name?
Or did you say–
Someone said “Come” — I heard it as I bowed.’
‘I may have thought as much, but not aloud.’
“Well, so I came.’
8. Frostiana: Choose Something Like A Star O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud –
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says “I burn.”
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.