I am such a lemming. Whale Child and I were reading Orlando Keeps A Dog last night for the trazillion gamillionth time when I suddenly suffered a massive attack of guilt over how little poetry we read together (I think Tinkle’s Robin Redbreath poem did it).
Luckily, this article fed itself opportunely into my inbox and I swiftly made the following order in the early watches of this morning:
Comets, Stars, the Moon, and Mars: Space Poems and Paintings
Bronzeville Boys and Girls
The test of the lemming pudding will be in the eating. We do not fear the unknown.
Bring ’em on!