Karenna has taken an interest in poetry. She likes Robert Frost. She knows "Fire and Ice" nearly by heart and read it in class. When Aunt Steffie came by apparently she told her the bent pages were the Alexander Pope pages.
After staying up New Year's Eve and being forced to take a nap the following day, she opted instead to play scribe and recopy selected poems into her notebook. (I found Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "Sonnet #43" rewritten in her neat little print later as I was cleaning.)
On Monday morning Chris noticed that Karenna's backpack was weighted down, so he opened it up and searched it. Out came the following anthologies from my undergrad English Ed major days:
- e.e. cummings,
- Margaret Atwood, and
- 500 poems
This would be bad not only because she would have to carry it, but I not want Karenna trying to recite "she being Brand" to her first-grader friends!