My Favourite Poet -- Shel Silverstein
Born: September 25, 1930, Chicago
Died: May 1999
“When I was a kid,” he told Publishers Weekly in 1975, “I would much rather have been a good baseball player or a hit with the girls. But I couldn’t play ball. I couldn’t dance. So I started to draw and to write. I was lucky that I didn’t have anyone to copy, be impressed by. I had developed my own style.” In such a state, where he was not good in anything, he developed his own style. He is an inspiration to me. When you are not good at something, try not to copy the styles of those who are better than you; instead, try other things and who knows? We might become another Shel, one of the most famous poet in the world. "Shel Silverstein never planned on writing for children – surprising for an artist whose children’s works would soon become available in more than 30 languages around the world." Another fine evidence that "What you think is not possible is most likely to become possible."
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
This poem tells us the yearning the poet has for something to end, just like the sidewalk. In life, when we meet troubles ahead of us, we must continue walking until it ends. (This is only my opinion. If you have better ones, please feel free to share.)
It's Dark in Here by Shel Silverstein
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
This is another exaggerated yet inspirational poem, saying that he his inside a lion. This poem shows his determination to write poems even when he is in trouble, i.e. inside the lion.
The Little Boy and the Old Man by Shel Silverstein
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
This poem reflects the modern society where grown-ups often ignored the old and the young whom they claim are irritating. The message the poet wants to convey is that for the grown-ups to realise that they are neglecting them and wants them to pay more attention and care for them.
Bibliography:
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/shel_silverstein/poems/14823http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/shel_silverstein/poems/14836http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/shel_silverstein/poems/14831http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/shel_silverstein/biography