This is a satisfyingly diverse collection of poets from all over the world. Many of them I'd heard of (Alice Walker, Langston Hughes, Shel Silverstein, Mary Oliver), but most of them I hadn't. Some of the poems were fun, others were serious. All were excellent.
Okay, this book randomly popped into my head today whilst apple picking in Maine. There was this whole "concrete poetry" thing we all remember, where the words of the poems were "shaped" by whatever the "poem" was about. There was a "poem" called "Apfel." It consisted of the word "Apfel" repeated multiple times in a --you guessed it-- shape of an APPLE. Because Apples Falling? Doesn't matter. A 70s classic. My mom had a copy on the bottom shelf of one of their many bookshelves, and for some reason it resonated with me. (Maybe because I was 7 years old.) Anyway, I'm totally speaking from memory. There was, like, one poem --I THINK-- about sex. There were a lot of things about the ocean shaped kind of like waves. The rush of nostalgia I had sent me running to Amazon to find out whether or not I had IMAGINED this book existed. It is very, very, very real. My fascination as a kid was some mix of bored, horrified, fascinated, an "anyone can do this; I'll go draw a bunch of grapes and write 'grape' on each grape, and a little nauseous, because whenever I ran out of books to read always had to stoop to the soft poetry of the 70s section...which likely meant I was home and sick. Resting on the sofa with big ugly olive colored flowers. Yes, it's so vivid. Highly recommend reading this on a hot summer day, out on the porch, drinking a Tequila Sunrise, eating some Triskets with Lipton soup onion dip, and Seals&Croft cranked on the stereo. And I am ABSOLUTELY going to go order a copy on Amazon, after I find out whether or not my mom still has hers.