I fell in love with this poem because it was the one that Anne of Green Gables performed enthusiastically to a surprised and welcoming crowd. By rights I should have fallen for “Lady of Shalott” in a similar fashion, but for whatever reason I’ve never quite warmed to the Arthurian legends. A thief in love? MUCH more my speed….
Reportedly, this is the world’s shortest poem, attributed to Ogden Nash (but under debate): Fleas Adam Had ’em. Ogden Nash did, however, pen these shortie-but-goodies: Parsley It’s gharsley and I like mustard Even on custard and The trouble with a kitten is THAT Eventually it becomes a CAT. This may have been at the heart of why I loved…
Also in 10th grade, each of us had to choose a song for class and discuss the poetry of the lyrics. Casey chose “Pure” by The Lightning Seeds…our favorite song that year. I went more Broadway and selected “The Rose”, written by Amanda McBroom and made famous by Bette Midler in the 1979 film of the same name. “The…
This is just to say…that what I really wish I still had is Josh Rayner’s parody of this poem he wrote me in 10th grade that started out, “I burned your newly-finished novel yesterday…” This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving…
I am sad to report that after eight happy years, Candlewick is finally putting ALPHAOOPS: THE DAY Z WENT FIRST out of print in hardcover. There are only about 50 left in existence — if you’ve ever wanted one–for you or as a gift for a friend — now’s the time to pick one up. You guys get whatever…
In honor of Charlie’s USA Today debut: “See them in the windows See them everywhere Shapeless little creatures Called the Teddy bears.”
“The Wendigo”, by Ogden Nash — illustrated by Quentin Blake
I memorized this poem in the 9th grade, by singing it to myself. Ah, Poe. My emo high school boyfriend. Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she…
I thought this poem particularly appropriate for this year, with its particularly loooong winter. A Wintry Sonnet A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My sap will never stir for sun or rain. The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow,…
I haven’t memorized this one yet in its entirety…but I will someday. Its cadence entrances me. anyone lived in a pretty how town by E. E. Cummings anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did Women and men(both little and small)…
Dearest Squad, A new chapter is now live! Chapter…
I finished my novel on Wednesday. I had such…
Joan Wilder was always my hero. I was 8…
