Near Fine book in a Good jacket. See scans and description. Little, Brown and Company, 1949. 'Versus' by Ogden Nash. Octavo, red cloth boards with gilt imprinting and black accents on front cover and spine, 173 pp. (xiii + 160). Near Fine book, showing a faint rub at front cover, in a Good jacket which is price-clipped, moderately toned most notably at spine, has spine end chips and several small nicks elsewhere. See all scans. A 1949 collection of Nash's wit-verse from an assortment of earlier publications. Ships in a new, sturdy, protective box - not a bag. L49
Frederic Ogden Nash was an American poet well known for his light verse. At the time of his death in 1971, the New York Times said his "droll verse with its unconventional rhymes made him the country's best-known producer of humorous poetry".
While some of the names and references in these whimsical poems are dated, there is no one who turns a rhyme like Nash. For playful poetic exuberance, you can't do better.
Case in point: A poem called, "Will You Have Your Tedium Rare or Medium?" It begins with these lines: "Two things I have never understood: first, the difference between a Czar and a Tsar/ And second, why some people who should be bores aren't, and others, who shouldn't be, are.
The wild names of the poems are half the fun for Nash. Here's another: Title: "Piano Tuner, Untune Me that Tune" It opens thus: "I regret that before people can be reformed they have to be sinners,/ And that before you have pianists in the family you have to have beginners."
If you prefer serious poetry, skip Nash. While he makes wry points about real life issues such as parenting teenagers, taxes, and more, he does it tongue-in-cheek and in wacky, fun ways. I recommend the book for poetry lovers.
Some of these poems are timeless, and all are of their time. I did enjoy them, and would probably have given the book a higher rating if I had been dipping in and out. It's a bit too punny to read too many in one sitting. I loved 'First child...second child' and his ode to teenagers 'Tarkington, thou should'st be living in this hour':
"Forever thou whisperest, two by two, Of who is madly in love with who. The car thou needest every day Let hubcaps scatter where they may. For it would start unfriendly talk If friends should chance to see thee walk"