Poems from the 2020 Delta
May 7, 2020
The coronavirus has kept us from attending school on campus this Spring, but it has not stopped our community’s creativity! Below are five excellent poems that were submitted to the 2020 Delta, Delbarton’s annual literary magazine. The current situation makes it impossible to distribute hard copies of this year’s Delta, but we wanted to showcase the talent of our young poets. Delbarton Delta, we salute you!
I Before e
By: Ryan Readlinger, 7th grade
There’s so much
In a name.
A hidden past
Just waiting
To be discovered
I before e,
E before i.
Never knowing which
Is right and which
Is wrong.
Never knowing who
I truly am.
Changed long ago
In order to fit in,
Yet all it does
Is make me
Stand out.
Did I come
From a line
Of spies, kings or just
An old Saxon fantasy?
I before e,
E before I.
Where did I
Come from,
And what am I
Supposed to become.
Feelings of Winter
By: Lorenzo Petrucci, 7th grade
The leaves start getting scared
Of being buried in the strange
White substance that smells like nothing,
The trees,
Worried about tripping over themselves
Because of the brawny winds of the storm,
The wild animals,
Stuffing their mouths
With food, getting ready
For the long slumber ahead,
The clouds,
Ecstatic to let out the cold wave,
The rivers,
Exuberant about freezing,
and running no more,
The soil,
Joyful that the plants will soon die and be free,
The firewood,
Elated that it will finally
Be put to use and get warm and cozy
While releasing the intoxicating plume of smokey air.
New York City
By: John Cuzzocrea, 7th grade
Millions of people, walk around
In this city that doesn’t sleep,
It must be tiring,
But still, she stays awake waiting and watching,
The millions of people that go by
Every single day,
She waits and watches the rich and the poor,
The young and the old,
The brisk and bold,
The rich and cowardly,
But nevertheless, she loves them all,
Her lights shine bright,
She sees the millions walking, talking, enjoying
Their lives which are so short compared to hers,
She’s seen over billions of lives,
Even the founders of the city itself, their children too,
She hears the cries of the babies,
The screams of the murdered,
The yells of the free-spirited,
The sirens of the fire trucks,
Slowly she’ll tire out and pass on,
But that time is not now,
For now, she will stay awake watching and waiting,
The city that she loves.
Migration Meadow
By: Jack Tonzola. 7th grade
I often stroll on this grassy
field just outside of my house,
The blades as pale as gold,
With the natural smell of the foliage
The sound of migrating geese flying over my head,
I follow them as their shadow moves
toward the nearby corn field beyond and
their collective squawk grows faint,
They were far gone to the West but
I could still hear them chattering,
It was April by the time they’d left for good,
It’s October, the prairie is paralyzed,
No sound over the meadow.
Then it comes back,
The melody of migration.
Black Holes
By: Ikechukwu Nnaeto, Sophomore
Black Holes are mysterious.
They make me curious
Why, where do they go?
Do you float in darkness, to and fro
Black Holes, Black as the crow
As mysterious as life itself
Where do they go?
Sometimes I wonder where I can find one?
Black Holes, even light can’t escape you,
They say if a human encountered one, he would get ripped to pieces by gravity,
Is it true?
You ravenous being!
The mystery of black holes.