The words poem and child don’t usually go together. This article will discuss 3 poem children shall have fun learning.
Poems are an important aspect of world literature, just like prose and plays are. But unfortunately, it isn’t as popular as either of these literature forms, reason being we aren’t exposed to this form of literature when we are young. A Child is taken to several different plays and told several different stories at home, weather it be Alibaba and the 40 thief’s or the ant and the grasshopper.
To make sure that your children are exposed to this form of literature, we curated a few poem children can learn easily: –
1. Babyhood – By Algernon Charles Swinburne
A baby shines as bright
If winter or if May be
On eyes that keep in sight
Though dark the skies or grey be,
It fills our eyes with light,
If midnight or midday be.
Love hails it, day and night,
The sweetest thing that may be
Yet cannot praise aright
All heaven, in every baby born,
All absolute of earthly leaven,
Reveals itself, though man may scorn
Yet man might feel all sin forgiven,
All grief appeased, all pain outworn,
By this one revelation given.
Soul, now forget thy burdens borne:
Heart, be thy joys now seven times seven:
Love shows in light more bright than morn
What likeness may define, and stray not
From truth’s exactest way,
A baby’s beauty? Love can say not
What likeness may.
The Mayflower loveliest held in May
Of all that shine and stay not
Laughs not in rosier disarray.
Sleek satin, swansdown, buds that play not
As yet with winds that play,
Would fain be matched with this, and may not:
What likeness may?
Rose, round whose bed
Dawn’s cloudlets close,
No song, love knows,
May praise the head
Your curtain shows.
Ere sleep has fled,
The whole child glows
One sweet live red
2. A Birthday Walk – By Jane Ingelow
A birthday: – and a day that rose
With much of hope, with meaning rife –
A thoughtful day from dawn to close:
The middle day of human life.
In sloping fields on narrow plains,
The sheep were feeding on their knees
As we went through the winding lanes,
Strewed with red buds of alder-trees.
So warm the day – its influence lent
To flagging thought a stronger wing;
So utterly was winter spent,
So sudden was the birth of spring.
Wild crocus flowers in copse and hedge –
In sunlight, clustering thick below,
Sighed for the firwood’s shaded ledge,
Where sparkled yet a line of snow.
And crowded snowdrops faintly hung
Their fair heads lower for the heat,
While in still air all branches flung
Their shadowy doubles at our feet.
And through the hedge the sunbeams crept,
Dropped through the maple and the birch;
And lost in airy distance slept
On the broad tower of Tamworth Church.
Then, lingering on the downward way,
A little space we resting stood,
To watch the golden haze that lay
Adown that river by the wood
A distance vague, the bloom of sleep
The constant sun had lent the scene,
A veiling charm on dingles deep
Lay soft those pastoral hills between.
There are some days that die not out,
Nor alter by reflection’s power,
Whose converse calm, whose words devout,
For ever rest, the spirit’s dower.
And they are days when drops a veil –
A mist upon the distance past;
And while we say to peace – “All hail!”
We hope that always it shall last.
Times when the troubles of the heart
Are hushed – as winds were hushed that day –
And budding hopes begin to start,
Like those green hedgerows on our way:
When all within and all around
Like hues on that sweet landscape blend,
And Nature’s hand has made to sound
The heartstrings that her touch attend:
When there are rays within, like those
That streamed through maple and through birch,
And rested in such calm repose
On the broad tower of Tamworth Church.
3.The City Rat and The Country Rat – By Jean De La Fotaine
A city rat, one night,
Did, with a civil stoop,
A country rat invite
To end a turtle soup.
Upon a Turkey carpet
They found the table spread,
And sure I need not harp it
How well the fellows fed.
The entertainment was
A truly noble one;
But some unlucky cause
Disturb’d it when begun.
It was a slight rat-tat,
That put their joys to rout;
Out ran the city rat;
His guest, too, scamper’d out.
Our rats but fairly quit,
The fearful knocking ceased.
‘Return we,’ cried the cit,
To finish there our feast.
‘No,’ said the rustic rat;
‘To-morrow dine with me.
I’m not offended at
Your feast so grand and free, –
‘For I’ve no fare resembling;
But then I eat at leisure,
And would not swap, for pleasure
So mix’d with fear and trembling.’
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