I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one;
but I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.
There are many others that I learnt by heart years ago. A. A. Milne's poems I've blogged about before, including my ultimate favourite by A. A. Milne:
There once was a dormouse who lived in a bed
of delphiniums blue and geraniums red...
I have, on my book shelves, a very old poetry book by Thomas Hood that I treasured as a child. My favourite poem from that book is still:
I remember, I remember
the house where I was born,
the little window where the sun
came peeping in at morn...
Magical stuff!
I never think to learn poems these days, but according to Radio's Giles Brandreth this is precisely the time in my life when I should be learning. He talked of Dame Sybil Thorndike who memorised a poem a day right into her nineties. This, he said, was 'to keep her mind alive'. I want to keep my mind alive so I'm going to do the same. I'll start by learning a poem a week and I'll report back here next month with my list of achievements... if I remember (Sorry, for that corny and predictable quip!)
All I need to do now is to select a poem for my first week of learning. Any suggestions?