It was liberating to read her and others (men and women) who tackled the world around them and didn't just turn a phrase. War and struggle was all over the world and all around us. Poets on clouds didn't really nourish me or speak to me.
So I've never regretted missing the so-called masters.
But when the theme post came up, I thought I'd check out an older poet. I ran into the bookstore and ended up grabbing a volume entitled Selected Poems of Carl Sandburg. I grabbed it for two reasons. First, it was edited by Rebecca West. Second, there's one about the fog that C.I.'s quoted over the years.
So it was a discovery to read through the volume. Some I enjoyed, some I was lukewarm to. A great many, I felt, would make a wonderful children's book.
THERE is a blue star, Janet,
Fifteen years' ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour...
There is a white star, Janet,
Forty years' ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
Shall we ride
To the blue star
Or the white star?
That's one of the poems I think would make a great addition to a children's book of poems, especially with a solid illustrator.
"Iraq snapshot" (The Common Ills):