Sebastian's Quiver

We’ve been reading a lot of Shel Silverstein lately, but I’ve been hankering for something more than Ickle me, Pickle me, Tickle me, too.  I grabbed my book of Byron poetry, but decided against it.  I found Poe, so I read The Raven (sound familiar?), but that really isn’t the easiest poem to read aloud, believe it or not. I eventually stumbled upon my Collected Works of T.S. Eliot.  Success!  The first poem in the book?  The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.  Perfect! Sebastian seemed to enjoy because as I came to the final line in the poem (”Till human voices wake us, and we drown”) he started to get antsy and cry.  I’ll chalk that up as a success.

Oh, and speaking of poetry…the February 2008 issue of National Geographic has an article on Matsuo Basho, my favorite poet (17th century haiku master).  Check it out on their website, or better yet, subscribe to the magazine.  Everyone should own a subscription to National Geographic.