More poetry

 
“How old was she?” Frances, when she was five, asked me of the lost Lenore.

Among many poems that I’ve read with my daughter, The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe really stands out.

I haven’t read it to her as often as Prufrock, but it’s a close second. 

She loves the imagery and the musicality in The Raven

She even named a giant Ugly Doll stuffed animal ‘Lenore’. 

(Nowadays, her sense of the gothic can be seen in her appreciation of Tim Burton films: she loved Coraline, the Nightmare Before Christmas, and the Corpse Bride.)

Here is Wikipedia’s entry on The Raven.

Here is the poem itself on the Poetry Foundation’s site.

Escaping the confines…

We were leaving a bookstore when my six-year-old daughter’s frantic little voice reached me. Frances excitedly  waved a book from her favourite Mo Willems series in my face:

It was as if she had always hoped that the author’s characters would develop greater self-awareness. I couldn’t stop myself from giggling.