“Natalie Lyalin is writing some of the best poems in the world. There is an evil in her gorgeous poem-hearts. She must have sold her heart to the devil to write like this—so beautiful, so funny and so strange. Her images stack and stack down the page without spilling, each line such a bombshell you'll start reading backward to the first line. These poems are like babies—they will pop out of trees.” WorldWritingFirstsHeartBeautifulEvilReadingLinesTreeStrangeBabyPagesDevilPopsGorgeousSpillingBombshellsBest Poem Author:Zachary Schomburg
“Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy father's watching the sheep. Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, and down drops a little dream for thee.” LittlesDreamMotherFatherSleepTreeBabyTheeSheepShakingDreamlandSleeping Baby Author:Elizabeth Prentiss
“Humans became easy prey when they moved from the forest to the savanna, which deprived them of the option of climbing trees to flee predators. This shift made it necessary for the men to actively protect the women and their babies. Only as a result of this protection were women able to give birth in shorter intervals, perhaps once every two or three years. This meant that they could produce offspring about twice as frequently as apes. I would be willing to bet that this rapid reproduction is one of the reasons why we dominate the world today, and not the apes.” MenWorldGivingYearsHumansMadeTwoReasonWould BeTodayAbleThreeEasyResultsTreeProduceWillingHe ManBabyBirthProtectMovedProtectionForestsMade ItReason WhyClimbingThree YearsPreyRapidsDeprivedApesWorld TodayOffspringReproductionPredatorIntervalsClimbing TreesSavanna Author:Frans de Waal
“The cat will keep his side of the bargain. He will kill mice, and he will be kind to babies when he is in the house, just so long as they do not pull his tail too hard. But when he has done that, and between times, and when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up on the Wet Wild trees or on the Wet Wild roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.” KindLongHardDoneNightHouseSidesWalksTreeBabyWalkingMoonCatWoodsGet UpBe KindWetRoofTailsMiceBargainsLone Book:Just So Stories and the Jungle Book Source: Just So Stories and the Jungle Book
“The Law of Divine Compensation posits that this is a self-organizing and self-correcting universe: the embryo becomes a baby, the bud becomes a blossom, the acorn becomes an oak tree. Clearly, there is some invisible force that is moving every aspect of reality to its next best expression.” SelfRealityMovingLawUniverseNextForceTreeDivineExpressionBabyAspectInvisibleCompensationBudOaksCorrectingEmbryosAcornsOak Tree Author:Marianne Williamson
“Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,-- if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: "I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!" If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?” IfsFacesBornSleepWhiteRoomsSunWifeTreeBabyArmsGeniusSingingLonelyMirrorsShiningRoundsMy WifeShouldersNakedAdmireFlamesShirtsShadeYellowHouseholdMistDiscsI Am LonelyButtocks Author:William Carlos Williams
“I've lived here ... my whole life. It's where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons lie in rotted-out cardboard coffins beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Also where, if some future archaeologist goes digging, they'll find the remains of a plush toy: a gray terrier named Toto I buried after the accident.” IfsWholeLyingLostTreeBabyBirdRemainsAccidentsWhole LifeTinyTeethGrayBuriedToysDiggingOaksSkeletonsCoffinsBackyardsMy BabyOak TreeHamstersArchaeologistsTerriersBaby Teeth Author:Jennifer McMahon
“Out there people are working and arguing and laughing, living their beautiful, terrible lives, falling in love and having babies and being bored out of their skulls and feeling depressed, then being consoled by some little thing like watching the patterns the light makes through the leaves of trees, casting shadows on the sidewalks. I remember the line from that poem now. Downward to darkness, on extended wings.” PeopleLittlesFeelingsLightBeautifulRememberFallLinesDarknessLaughingTreeBabyTerribleShadowWingsFalling In LovePatternsArguingBoredLittle ThingsCastingSkullsSidewalkHaving A BabyBeing BoredFeeling Depressed Author:Kim Addonizio
“Hickory dickory dock my daddy’s nuts from shell shock. Humpty dumpty thought he was wise till gas came along and burned out his eyes. A dillar a dollar a ten o clock scholar blow off his legs and then watch him holler. Rockaby baby in the tree top don’t stop a bomb or you’ll probably flop. Now I lay me down to sleep my bombproof cellars good and deep but if I’m killed before I wake remember god its for your sake amen.” IfsEyeRememberSleepWatchesWiseTreeBabyTenLaysDollarsSakeBlowLegsClockHis EyesBombsShockGasNutsScholarBurnedShellsDaddyAmenCellarsDocksBurned OutHumpty DumptyTree Tops Book:Johnny Got His Gun Source: Johnny Got His Gun