Sunday, January 15, 2012

Shel Sivertein poems | A Unique Style, A Major Fortune

| Sunday, January 15, 2012 |

Often known as a unique and creative poet, after begin given birth in Chicago on September 25, 1930.

Shel Siverstein began writing poetry when he was young. Shel Silverstein poems are famous because he doesn’t copy other poets ‘style but he invented his own one, distinguished himself from the rest of the poet’s world.

He preferred to say little about himself: “When I was a kid, I would much rather has been a good baseball player or a hit with the girls. But I couldn’t play ball. I couldn’t dance. So I started to draw and to write. I was lucky that I didn’t have anyone to copy, or be impressed by. I had developed my own style.” he told Publishers Weekly in 1975.

Mr. Silverstein‘s own style seems to be good for him, because hardly anyone can complain about the advantages that the unique element in each of his artwork have brought to him. Shel Silverstein was a famous poet , songwriter, illustrator and playwright . Silverstein has tens millions readers around the world, becoming one of the most popular and best-loved children's authors of all time. How admirable! Some of the most well-known excellent children’s books of him are Falling Up, A Light in the Attic and The Giving Tree.

The Giving Tree was launched in 1964. For the very first day, the book was sold by small quantities, but during the time the public realized the true value of his poetry, it became best-seller. The book was the gentle parable about a boy and the tree that loved him, which was admired by readers of all ages, recommended by counselors and teachers, and being read aloud from pulpits. Decades after that, with more than five million copies of “the giving tree” sold, it always on the top list of best-selling book of the year in many years. Shel Silverstein never planned on writing for children but his books were translated into thirty different languages around the world.

The Giving Tree is a story about a relationship between a tree and the young boy. The tree give the boy everything he want : branches on which to swing, shade in which to sit and apples to eat. When the boy grows older, he requires more and more of the tree. The tree loves the boy very much and gives him anything he asks for. One day, the tree lets the boy cut it down so the boy can build a boat as he wish. Then the boy leaves the tree, now the tree is only a stump. Many years later, the boy returns, now the boy in the past is an old men ,and the tree sadly says: "I'm sorry, boy... but I have nothing left to give you." But the boy replies: "I do not need much now, just a quiet place to sit and rest." The tree then says, "Well, an old tree stump is a good place for sitting and resting. Come, boy, sit down and rest." The boy did and the tree was very happy as everytime the boy requite something.

Poetry of Shel Silverstein :
The Giving Tree By Shel Silverstein

Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade
Laughing all the summer’s hours away.
And so they love,
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon the boy grew older and one day he came and said,
"Can you give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?"
"I have no money," said the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."
"But you can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,
"I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home."
"I can’t give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I’ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down
And build yourself a boat and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift."
"I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the trees was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

You can find many poems of Shel Siverstein :
Where the Sidewald ends:
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

More than four million copies of Where the Sidewalk Ends have been sold, it is the bestselling children's poetry book ever.

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The little boy anh the old man
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