Yeats

I took the liberty to read some William Butler Yeats poetry to the boy a couple of days ago. I asked him to tell me his favorite selection. From my understanding of baby talk, learned through years of reading Sugar and Spike aka Sal y Pimienta comic books as a youth, he says An Irish Airman Foresees His Death. I think he just chose that since Shane MacGowan once put it to music. Oh the moodiness of our John. What are we to do?

For the record, my favorite Yeats poem is The Stolen Child.

Next week, I'll read to him from the collected works of Robert Frost...a particular favorite of mine. I like the fact that he uses such simple language just like John Steinbeck. If they wanted to say the sky is blue, they'd write the sky is blue.