Sesame Street has my toddler totally entranced. They clearly know what they’re doing. ;-p I’m taking advantage of getting to sit quietly with my kiddo to read some poems and essays on poetry.
I’m really entranced by this lovely piece by Alberto Ríos:
Poems are not stories, after all. Poems are the fire that stories explain.
Also, a poem I’ve been thinking about lately is “There will come soft rains”. It starts like a pretty, enchanting, nature poem. Yet it also has a deeper pessimistic/optimistic message about the future of humankind. It has me wanting to try to achieve that blend of nature imagery and significance.