Moon, Have You Met My Mother?
The Collected Poems of Karla KuskinBook - 2003
Write about a radish
Too many people write about the moon.
The night is black
The stars are small and high
The clock unwinds its ever-ticking tune
Hills gleam dimly
Distant nighthawks cry.
A radish rises in the waiting sky.
This long-awaited, comprehensive collection by acclaimed poet Karla Kuskin contains her most celebrated poems as well as new works never before published. Whether she's writing about napping cats, reaches of beaches, or radishes as beautiful as the moon, Moon, Have You Met My Mother? amuses while it inspires.
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Shine, wind, rain, sun. / They play because they've lost / or won. / They play because / they are not done / with playing, / anyhow it's fun. / Sun, shine, wind, rain, / cut the cards / and begin again. . . .
Being a strawberry isn't all pleasing. / This morning they put me in ice cream. / I'm freezing.
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