But don’t just buy them the book. Sit with them and read them a poem out loud. Find which poems move you and talk about why. Fall in love with the words and each other.
THE STORM
Now through the white orchard my little dog romps, breaking the new snow
with wild feet.
Running here running there, excited, hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins
until the white snow is written upon
in large, exuberant letters,
a long sentence, expressing
the pleasures of the body in this world.
Oh, I could not have said it better myself.
