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The Harusame Monogatari (kanji: 春雨 物語, hiragana: はるさめものがたり, translated as "The Tales of Spring Rain" (less commonly "Tales of the Spring Rain") is the second famous collection of Japanese stories by Ueda Akinari after the Ugetsu Monogatari ("Tales of Moonlight and Rain").
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The poems in this collection would make strong choices for reading aloud throughout the year. Younger listeners might marvel, as Fletcher does in "Birds' Nests," when his grandmother throws some of his freshly cut hair on the ground outside so that later the hair could be "woven into a bird's wild tapestry."
Because it isn't raining rain you know, it's raining violets. Chorus And where you see clouds upon the hills, You soon will see crowds of daffodils, So keep on looking for a bluebird, And list'ning for his song, Whenever April showers come along.
Children's poetry in the mid-20th century was dominated by Theodor Geisel, otherwise known as Doctor Seuss. Dr. Seuss wrote more than 50 books during his lifetime, most of which are in rhyme; they've sold over 200 million copies, and have been translated into 15 languages. [18] Seuss made two great contributions to children's poetry.
Karla Kuskin (née Seidman) (July 17, 1932 – August 20, 2009) was a prolific American author, poet, illustrator, and reviewer of children's literature. [2] Kuskin was known for her poetic, alliterative style.
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Over the river, and through the wood— oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go. Over the river, and through the wood— and straight through the barnyard gate, We seem to go extremely slow, it is so hard to wait! Over the river, and through the wood— When Grandmother saw us come,