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Authors: Linda Sue Park
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In memory of Joe Dobbin, the inimitable Mórdad
—L.S.P.
To all the kids around the world who cannot read!
—I.B.
Clarion Books
a Houghton Mifflin Company imprint
215 Park Avenue South, New York, NY 10003
Text copyright © 2007 by Linda Sue Park
Illustrations copyright © 2007 by Istvan Banyai
The illustrations were executed digitally.
The text was set in 12.5-point ITC Century Schoolbook Condensed.
All rights reserved.
For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to
Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Company, 215 Park Avenue South, New York, NY 10003.
www.clarionbooks.com
Printed in Singapore.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Park, Linda Sue.
Tap dancing on the roof : sijo (poems) / by Linda Sue Park ; illustrated by Istvan Banyai.
p. cm.
ISBN-13: 978-0-618-23483-7
ISBN-10: 0-618-23483-7
1. Sijo—United States. 2. Children's poetry, American. I. Banyai, Istvan, ill. II. Title.
PS3566.A6739 T37 2007 811'.54—dc22 2006024901
TWP 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
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Tap Dancing on the Roof
SIJO* (poems) BY
Linda Sue Park
*SIJO = a korean
Form of
Poetry
Pictures By
Istvan Banyai
Clarion Books
New York
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About Sijo
All the poems in this book are
sijo.
Sijo is a traditional Korean form of poetry. Like a Japanese
haiku,
a
sijo
is written using a syllabic structure. In its most common form, a sijo in English has three lines, each with fourteen to sixteen syllables. (For a fuller explanation, please see the Author's Note.)
Because the lines can be quite long on the page, sijo in English are sometimes divided into six shorter lines. (Some translators believe that a five-line structure more closely matches the old Korean songs from which sijo evolved.) The sijo in this collection are presented in both the three-line and six-line formats.
Each line in a sijo has a special purpose. The first line introduces the topic. The second line develops the topic further. And the third line always contains some kind of twist—humor or irony, an unexpected image, a pun, or a play on words.
Breakfast
For this meal, people like what they like, the same every morning.
Toast and coffee. Bagel and juice. Cornflakes and milk in a white bowl.
Or—warm, soft, and delicious—a few extra minutes in bed.
Long Division
This number gets a wall and a ceiling. Nice and comfy in there.
But a bunch of other numbers are about to disrupt the peace—
bumping the wall, digging up the cellar, tap dancing on the roof.
School Lunch
Each food plopped by tongs or spatula
into its own little space—
square pizza here, square brownie there;
milk carton cube, rectangle tray.
My snack at home after school?
Anything without corners.
Art Class
Keesha says my fish doesn't look like anything she's ever seen.
"Flowered fins?
Plaid
scales? And the tail—tie-dyed weirdo green?"
In this ocean, I am Queen. That tail, my dear, is aquamarine.
October
The wind rearranges the leaves,
as if to say, "Much better
there,
"
and coaxes others off their trees:
"It's lots more fun in the air."
Then it plays tag with a plastic bag,
and with one gust uncombs my hair!
Pockets
What's in your pockets right now? I hope they're not empty:
Empty pockets, unread books, lunches left on the bus—all a waste.
In mine: One horse chestnut. One gum wrapper. One dime. One hamster.
ECHO
Haven't heard that song since preschool,
but I can still sing every word.
Another tune trapped in my head:
Again ... and again ... and again...
Always playing tricks on me,
those great friends, music and memory.
November Thursday
I don't often talk to my stomach,
but this morning I do:
"Rest up, now. Relax, get ready,
because you will need to S - T - R - E - T - C - H..."
Turkey! Pie! And—best of all—
stuffing myself with stuffing!
Word Watch
Jittery
seems a nervous word;
snuggle
curls up around itself.
Some words fit their meanings so well:
Abrupt. Airy.
And my favorite—
sesquipedalian,
which means: having lots of
In memory of Joe Dobbin, the inimitable Mórdad
—L.S.P.
To all the kids around the world who cannot read!
—I.B.
Clarion Books
a Houghton Mifflin Company imprint
215 Park Avenue South, New York, NY 10003
Text copyright © 2007 by Linda Sue Park
Illustrations copyright © 2007 by Istvan Banyai
The illustrations were executed digitally.
The text was set in 12.5-point ITC Century Schoolbook Condensed.
All rights reserved.
For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to
Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Company, 215 Park Avenue South, New York, NY 10003.
www.clarionbooks.com
Printed in Singapore.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Park, Linda Sue.
Tap dancing on the roof : sijo (poems) / by Linda Sue Park ; illustrated by Istvan Banyai.
p. cm.
ISBN-13: 978-0-618-23483-7
ISBN-10: 0-618-23483-7
1. Sijo—United States. 2. Children's poetry, American. I. Banyai, Istvan, ill. II. Title.
PS3566.A6739 T37 2007 811'.54—dc22 2006024901
TWP 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
----
Tap Dancing on the Roof
SIJO* (poems) BY
Linda Sue Park
*SIJO = a korean
Form of
Poetry
Pictures By
Istvan Banyai
Clarion Books
New York
----
About Sijo
All the poems in this book are
sijo.
Sijo is a traditional Korean form of poetry. Like a Japanese
haiku,
a
sijo
is written using a syllabic structure. In its most common form, a sijo in English has three lines, each with fourteen to sixteen syllables. (For a fuller explanation, please see the Author's Note.)
Because the lines can be quite long on the page, sijo in English are sometimes divided into six shorter lines. (Some translators believe that a five-line structure more closely matches the old Korean songs from which sijo evolved.) The sijo in this collection are presented in both the three-line and six-line formats.
Each line in a sijo has a special purpose. The first line introduces the topic. The second line develops the topic further. And the third line always contains some kind of twist—humor or irony, an unexpected image, a pun, or a play on words.
Breakfast
For this meal, people like what they like, the same every morning.
Toast and coffee. Bagel and juice. Cornflakes and milk in a white bowl.
Or—warm, soft, and delicious—a few extra minutes in bed.
Long Division
This number gets a wall and a ceiling. Nice and comfy in there.
But a bunch of other numbers are about to disrupt the peace—
bumping the wall, digging up the cellar, tap dancing on the roof.
School Lunch
Each food plopped by tongs or spatula
into its own little space—
square pizza here, square brownie there;
milk carton cube, rectangle tray.
My snack at home after school?
Anything without corners.
Art Class
Keesha says my fish doesn't look like anything she's ever seen.
"Flowered fins?
Plaid
scales? And the tail—tie-dyed weirdo green?"
In this ocean, I am Queen. That tail, my dear, is aquamarine.
October
The wind rearranges the leaves,
as if to say, "Much better
there,
"
and coaxes others off their trees:
"It's lots more fun in the air."
Then it plays tag with a plastic bag,
and with one gust uncombs my hair!
Pockets
What's in your pockets right now? I hope they're not empty:
Empty pockets, unread books, lunches left on the bus—all a waste.
In mine: One horse chestnut. One gum wrapper. One dime. One hamster.
ECHO
Haven't heard that song since preschool,
but I can still sing every word.
Another tune trapped in my head:
Again ... and again ... and again...
Always playing tricks on me,
those great friends, music and memory.
November Thursday
I don't often talk to my stomach,
but this morning I do:
"Rest up, now. Relax, get ready,
because you will need to S - T - R - E - T - C - H..."
Turkey! Pie! And—best of all—
stuffing myself with stuffing!
Word Watch
Jittery
seems a nervous word;
snuggle
curls up around itself.
Some words fit their meanings so well:
Abrupt. Airy.
And my favorite—
sesquipedalian,
which means: having lots of
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