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There are two types of people that read poetry these days, it seems: poets and kids. Does kids poetry have to be bad? Actually, I seem to have much better luck with "kids" poetry than with serious poetry, and perhaps that it merely because kids are a more discerning audience. By this, I mean that a kid knows what they like, and if they don't like something, they will say so. Having been educated a bit on poetry, my own tastes and thoughts on the subject become muddled. I don't know if what I think is good is good because I actually like it or I have been told it was good. Silverstein, I am unwavering in this, is one of the best poets, in my opinion, both now and when I was originally introduced to the author.
As a child reading this book, it felt subversive. I could feel something special when my mom gave me this book. It has a bit of the malevolence and scariness of Roald Dahl, but this made me feel special. Like I was trusted to be able to handle something a little dangerous. I could relate to the poems because they were about things I was experiencing, or did experience, or might experience. I read this book over and over and one day I hope to be a cool parent and give this to my kid.
Obviously, this is a book that one might enjoy ala carte. You do not have to read the whole thing, order is unimportant. If you read the poems in this book and wish for more, Silverstein's other books will not disappoint, I read all three compulsively.
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If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer,
A wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er,
A magic bean buyer . . .
Come in . . . for where the sidewalk ends, Shel Silverstein's world begins. You'll meet a boy who turns into a TV set, and a girl who eats a whale. The Unicorn and the Bloath live there, and so does Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who will not take the garbage out. It is a place where you wash your shadow and plant diamond gardens, a place where shoes fly, sisters are auctioned off, and crocodiles go to the dentist.
Shel Silverstein's masterful collection of poems and drawings is at once outrageously funny and profound.
Invitation -- Eighteen flavors -- Melinda Mae -- Sick -- Ickle me, Pickle me, tickle me too -- Enter this deserted house -- Jimmy Jet and his TV set -- For sale -- Warning -- Yipiyuk -- Crocodile's toothache -- Stone telling -- Ridiculous rose -- Boa constrictor -- Peanut-butter sandwich -- Listen to the mustn'ts -- Hug o' war -- Smart -- Forgotten language -- Farmer and the queen -- One who stayed -- No difference -- Wild boar -- Thumbs -- Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out -- My hobby -- Early bird -- Me-stew -- Captain Hook -- With his mouth full of food -- Flying festoon -- Silver fish -- Generals -- Worst -- Dreadful -- My beard.