New Shel Silverstein Poems
September 20, 2011
A new collection of Shel Silverstein’s unpublished poetry has just been released. Here’s one of the new poems, which of course I love, considering the subject matter:
Oh, how I love Italian food.
I eat it all the time,
Not just ’cause how good it tastes
But ’cause how good it rhymes.
Insalata, cremolata, manicotti,
Shrimp francese, Bolognese,
Fried zucchini, rollatini,
Fettuccine, green linguine,
Oops—I think I split my jeani.
And a quick google search turned up this video of Shel performing Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too, a simple poem that takes the listener through the emotional gamut, from exhilaration to melancholy:
I can’t begin to quantify what an influence this man had on me – I read and re-read his books of poems literally hundreds of times. I had cassette tapes of him reading them aloud that I listened to until they warped. It’s incredible how well-connected he was to his inner child. If I ever have kids, his books will definitely be in their library.