Childhood

anyone lived in a pretty how town by E. E. Cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
A child said, What is the grass? by Walt Whitman
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
A Boy Juggling a Soccer Ball by Christopher Merrill
after practice: right foot
The Children's Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Between the dark and the daylight,
Birches by Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyreand gimble in the wabe;
The Lamb by William Blake
Little lamb, who made thee?
In the Waiting Room by Elizabeth Bishop
In Worcester, Massachusetts,
Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things to Worry About by Judith Viorst
My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.
The Portrait by Stanley Kunitz
My mother never forgave my father
Pirate Story by Robert Louis Stevenson
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing
deer & salt block by Joshua Marie Wilkinson
One boy is a liar & says there's a block of salt
The Retreat by Henry Vaughan
Happy those early days, when I
Pledge by Elizabeth Powell
Republic, your cool hands / On my schoolgirl shoulders.
"Out, Out—" by Robert Frost
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
Early Memory by January Gill O'Neil
I remember picking up a fistful
Blur by Andrew Hudgins
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,
Babylon by Robert Graves
The child alone a poet is
Going Down Hill on a Bicycle by Henry Charles Beeching
With lifted feet, hands still
Playgrounds by Laurence Alma-Tadema
In summer I am very glad
Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay
We were very tired, we were very merry
Untitled [The child thought it strange] by Richard Meier
The child thought it strange to define words with other words
Don't Let Me Be Lonely [There was a time] by Claudia Rankine
There was a time I could say no one I knew well had died
The Gaffe by C. K. Williams
If that someone who's me yet not me yet who judges me is always with me
Untitled [You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old] by Rudyard Kipling
You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old
My Aunts by Meghan O'Rourke
Grew up on the Jersey Shore in the 1970s
Lullaby in Blue by Betsy Sholl
The child takes her first journey
Solar system bedsheets by Sarah Vap
There, behind sunlight
The Tower by W. B. Yeats
What shall I do with this absurdity
From the Lives of My Friends by Michael Dickman
What are the birds called
Block City by Robert Louis Stevenson
What are you able to build with your blocks?
For Some Slight I Can't Quite Recall by Ross Gay
Was with the pudgy hands of a thirteen-year-old
We Are Seven by William Wordsworth
--A simple child,
My Childhood by Matthew Zapruder
the orange ball arcs perfectly into the orange hoop
Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
Poem for You by David Shapiro
I am jealous of the sand
Giraffes by Kimiko Hahn
After skimming the Sunday Times, Dad turned to the back of the magazine
My Bright Aluminum Tumblers by Michael Ryan
Who are you
To My Best Friend's Big Sister by Ross Gay
One never knows
Because I cannot remember my first kiss by Roger Bonair-Agard
but I remember sitting alone on the brown
They Call This by C. K. Williams
A young mother on a motor scooter stopped at a traffic light, her little son perched
Another Country by Ryan Teitman
The days unfold