While most of the people here are black or Latino, today there is also a cool blonde drifting about, wearing a cashmere cardigan over a silk blouse with jeans, her hair scalloping around her cheekbones. This would be Caroline Kennedy, 53, whose large eyes are a color that could only be called Kennedy blue. In her capacity as vice chair of New York City's Fund for Public Schools, Kennedy learned about DreamYard and quickly became hooked. In addition to helping raise almost a million dollars in grant money for the program, she also visits the art center regularly, assisting kids with their poems and attending open mikes.
"Writing and poetry were hugely important to me, growing up," Kennedy explains, scanning the counter for snacks ("What can I eat?" she says at one point to no one in particular, prying the lid off a cookie tin). Her comment calls to mind her iconically cultured mother, Jacqueline, who expected Caroline and her younger brother, John, to select and memorize poems for her on special occasions, as well as illustrate them for eternal placement in a big scrapbook. (Have her own three children contributed poems to the book as well? "Well, yeah, of course, 'cause I made them," Kennedy says with a laugh.) Her mother gravitated to Lord Byron; her grandmother Rose was a Longfellow fan, as was Uncle Ted, who'd recite Longfellow's "Paul Revere's Ride" at the slightest provocation. As for Caroline's father, President John F. Kennedy, it is hard to picture his 1961 inauguration without thinking of Robert Frost reciting "The Gift Outright." (Frost had written a new poem, "Dedication," for the occasion, but with the sunlight reflecting off the page almost blindingly that day, he had to default on the spot to something he had memorized.)
"Wanting to express yourself is really the heart of education," Kennedy says. "So working with DreamYard is a nice way for me to take that interest and focus my work with the schools in a more personal way." This has meant inviting a few of the girls, including Denisse and Destiny, to pitch and research poems for a forthcoming poetry anthology for children that Kennedy is editing: A few times a month for a semester, the students took the subway down to Manhattan and holed up in a conference room with Kennedy at her publisher's office on Fifth Avenue to kick around the merits of one poem over another. ("I thought it was just so awesome," says Destiny. "Not too many teenagers have a voice. For her to ask us to work on this was, like, 'You're asking me, really?'")
"They're incredibly gifted and disciplined and dedicated to figuring out where they stand in relation to the world and who they want to be," Kennedy says of the children she's met at DreamYard. "Outside school, they're in a world that's complicated and difficult"—nearly half of the kids who live in the Bronx don't graduate high school—"and to see the beauty of the work they produce and the way they perform it has really been inspiring to me. And also to watch them grow like weeds—I mean, I can't wait to see what they end up doing." The affection goes both ways: When a photographer asks some of the kids to pose with Kennedy for a picture, Denisse snuggles in on the couch and loops an arm through Kennedy's, as though she were a girl from the neighborhood.
Before the open mike, poet Kamilah Aisha Moon leads a workshop on crafting verse about family; Moon notes the potential for clichés when we write about people we love. "It's good to shake up the language a little," she says, and proposes an exercise: Everyone has to choose an item in the room and write down ten words to describe it. Then—and this comes as an amusing shock to the group—they have to use those words in a love poem about a family member. (Kennedy is playfully miffed to have chosen a papier-mâché broccoli mounted on the wall—how do I love thee? Let me count the florets....)
From the April 2011 issue of O, The Oprah Magazine
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