When I was a child, we had a full set of the 1949 Childcraft books with the burnt orange covers. My two favorite volumes were the first two, Poems of Early Childhood, and this one, Storytelling and Other Poems. I read and reread both poetry books many times, but I liked this one better, as the poems were a little more complex and sophisticated. Poems of Early Childhood began with nursery rhymes and very short poems. Storytelling also contains some short poems about waking up, and going out to play, and things like the wind, and the weather, and holidays, and fairies in the garden, but it progresses to longer and longer story poems, including The Pied Piper of Hamelin, Paul Revere’s Ride, and the noir-ly dangerous and sexy, and totally-not-appropriate-for-children-by-today’s-standards-but-who-cares story of The Highwayman.
From the perspective of the 21st century, it is striking what a vanished world is depicted here: millers, and organ grinders, and woodstoves, and people traveling by horse. There are no televisions, and few cars. Children play outdoors unsupervised. All the girls are wearing dresses, and almost everyone is white. The few minorities that are included are depicted in broad stereotypes. I never noticed those things as a child.
I also never noticed, because I didn’t know enough to know, that many of these “poems for children” were actually the work of Big Names of Poetry: Wordsworth, Tennyson, Frost, Sandburg, Browning, a little Emily Dickinson, a little Edna St Vincent Millay, even a little Shakespeare.
Among my favorites were: “The Potatoes’ Dance” by Vachel Lindsay, which I loved as much for the illustrations of the potatoes on their wobbly, burned-matchstick legs as for the singsong fantasy; “Loveliest of Trees,” by A. E. Housman, which, a few years ago, I tried to recite to my own daughter, who didn’t appreciate it; and “Sea Fever,” by John Masefield, which is simply one of the most recitable of poems ever written:
I must go down to the sea again,
To the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship
And a star to steer her by
Even as a child, I could feel the music of it, and if there is one reason that I loved this book, it is that it taught me to learn and love the sound of the rhythm and rhyme of poetry, and that has stayed with me the rest of my life.