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    Joyful Noise

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      and wheeling and swirling.

      The same goes for turning,

      The same goes for turning, revolving and curving,

      revolving and curving, gyrating and twirling.

      gyrating and twirling.

      The crows fly directly,

      but we prefer spirals, The crows fly directly,

      arcs, ovals, and loops. but we prefer spirals,

      arcs, ovals, and loops.

      We’re fond of the phrase

      “As the whirligig swims” “As the whirligig swims”

      meaning traveling by

      the most circular

      circular roundabout

      roundabout backtracking

      backtracking indirect

      indirect serpentine

      serpentine tortuous

      tortuous twisty and

      twisty, turny,

      best possible best possible

      route. route.

      Requiem

      * * *

      Carolina sphinx moths

      Grant them rest eternal Grant them rest eternal

      Maple moths

      Let light undying Let light undying

      shine upon them. shine upon them.

      Praying mantises

      green darners

      rest eternal rest eternal

      Black-winged damselflies

      brown darners

      light undying. light undying.

      Grasshoppers Grasshoppers

      great crested

      spur-throated

      three-banded

      Katydids Katydids

      round-headed

      northern

      gladiator

      Cave crickets

      mole crickets Cave crickets

      tree crickets mole crickets

      field crickets tree crickets

      Grant them

      rest eternal rest eternal

      Give them

      light undying. light undying.

      This past night

      we had the fall’s first

      killing frost.

      House Crickets

      * * *

      We don’t live in meadows

      crick-et crick-et

      or in groves

      We’re house crickets

      living beneath

      this gas stove

      crick-et crick-et

      Others may worry

      crick-et crick-et

      about fall

      We’re scarcely aware

      of the seasons at all

      crick-et crick-et

      Spring, to house crickets,

      crick-et crick-et

      means no more

      than the time

      when fresh greens

      once again grace the floor

      crick-et crick-et

      Summer’s the season

      crick-et crick-et

      for pie crumbs:

      peach, pear, boysenberry,

      quince, apricot, plum

      crick-et crick-et

      Pumpkin seeds tell us

      crick-et crick-et

      fall’s arrived

      while hot chocolate spills

      hint that it’s

      winter outside.

      No matter the month No matter the month

      we stay well fed and warm,

      unconcerned about cold fronts

      and wind chill and storms.

      For while others are ruled For while others are ruled

      by the sun in the heavens,

      whose varying height brings

      the seasons’ procession,

      we live in a world we live in a world

      of fixed Fahrenheit

      crick-et crick-et

      thanks to our sun:

      our unchanging

      reliable

      steadfast and stable

      bright blue bright blue

      pilot light. pilot light.

      Chrysalis Diary

      * * *

      November 13:

      Cold told me

      to fasten my feet

      to this branch,

      to dangle upside down

      from my perch,

      to shed my skin,

      to cease being a caterpillar

      and I have obeyed.

      and I have obeyed.

      December 6:

      Green,

      the color of leaves and life,

      has vanished!

      has vanished!

      The empire of leaves

      lies in ruins!

      lies in ruins!

      I study the

      brown new world around me.

      I fear the future.

      I hear few sounds.

      Have any others of my kind

      survived this cataclysm?

      Swinging back and forth

      in the wind,

      I feel immeasurably alone.

      January 4:

      I can make out snow falling.

      For five days and nights

      it’s been drifting down.

      I find I never tire of

      watching the flakes

      in their multitudes

      passing my window.

      The world is now white.

      Astounding.

      Astounding.

      I enter these

      wondrous events

      in my chronicle

      knowing no reader

      would believe me.

      February 12:

      An ice storm last night.

      Unable to see out

      at all this morning.

      Yet I hear boughs cracking

      and branches falling.

      Hungry for sounds

      in this silent world,

      I cherish these,

      ponder their import,

      miser them away

      in my memory,

      and wait for more.

      and wait for more.

      March 28:

      I wonder whether

      I am the same being

      who started this diary.

      I’ve felt stormy inside

      like the weather without.

      My mouth is reshaping,

      my legs are dissolving,

      wings are growing

      my body’s not mine.

      my body’s not mine.

      This morning,

      a breeze from the south,

      strangely fragrant,

      a red-winged blackbird’s

      call in the distance,

      a faint glimpse of green

      in the branches.

      And now I recall

      that last night

      I dreamt of flying.

      Excerpt from I Am Phoenix

      Dawn

      * * *

      At first light the finches

      are flitting about the trees

      Flittering

      fluttering

      flit

      purple finches

      flit

      Fluttering

      flittering

      fly

      painted finches

      fly.

      Weaver finch

      goldfinches

      Weaver finch

      goldfinches

      Cassin’s finch

      house finches

      flit

      finches

      flit

      finches

      flit

      brown-capped rosy finch

      flutter

      flit

      flutter

      flutter

      flit

      flit

      finches.

      finches.

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR AND ILLUSTRATOR

      * * *

      PAUL FLEISCHMAN was born in Monterey, California, and grew up in Santa Monica in a family of gardeners. He attended the University of California at Berkeley and the University of New Mexico at Albuquerque, and now lives in Aromas, California. He is the author of many books for young readers that draw on his interest in music, history, theater, and multiple viewpoints—including Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices, winner of the Newbery Medal, Graven Images
    , a Newbery Honor Book, and Bull Run, winner of the Scott O’Dell Award for Historical Fiction.

      You can visit Paul online at: www.paulfleischman.net

      ERIC BEDDOWS was born and raised in Ontario, Canada. Under the name of Ken Nutt he illustrated I AM PHOENIX. He has had many one-man shows of his art and received numerous grants and awards for excellence. He has illustrated several children’s books, including THE CAVE OF SNORES by Dennis Haseley and WHO SHRANK MY GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE by Barbara Juster Ebensen.

      Visit www.AuthorTracker.com for exclusive information on your favorite HarperCollins authors.

      ALSO BY PAUL FLEISCHMAN

      * * *

      Young Adult Novels

      Breakout

      Seek

      Mind’s Eye

      Whirligig

      Seedfolks

      A Fate Totally Worse Than Death

      Bull Run

      The Borning Room

      Saturnalia

      Picture Books

      Sidewalk Circus

      The Animal Hedge

      Weslandia

      Lost

      Time Train

      Poetry

      Big Talk: Poems for Four Voices

      Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices

      I Am Phoenix: Poems for Two Voices

      Middle Grade Fiction

      The Half-A-Moon Inn

      Non-Fiction

      Cannibal in the Mirror

      Dateline: Troy

      CREDITS

      * * *

      Cover art © 1988 by Eric Beddows

      Cover © 2005 by HarperCollins Publishers Inc.

      COPYRIGHT

      * * *

      JOYFUL NOISE. Poems for Two Voices. Text copyright © 1988 by Paul Fleischman. Illustrations copyright © 1988 by Eric Beddows. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

      www.harperchildrens.com

      * * *

      Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Fleischman, Paul.

      Joyful noise.

      “A Charlotte Zolotow Book.”

      Summary: A collection of poems describing the characteristics and activities of a variety of insects.

      ISBN 0-06-021852-5 — ISBN 0-06-021853-3 (lib. bag.)

      ISBN 0-06-446093-2 (pbk.)

      EPub Edition April 2013 ISBN 9780062283672

      1. Insects—Juvenile poetry. 2. Children’s poetry, American. [1. Insects—Poetry. 2. American poetry.] I. Beddows, Eric, 1951– ill. II. Title.

      PS3556.L42268J69 1988 811’.54 87-45280

      * * *

      12 13 14 SCP 20 19 18 17 16

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