Maurice Sendak’s 85th Birthday

Today is a tribute to Sendak and a celebration of his works, in spite of the fact that he never reached this birthday.  It’s happening as a Google Doodle, but I wanted to add my personal tribute.

 

“The Wild is Yours”

 

Stomp those feet,

The wild is yours-

The dough will rise

And the fierce roars are beaten

-Let the cakes and sandwiches be eaten.

 

Milk like a sheet,

A party of snores-

The yonder will come

And your new age be reached

-Wherever your personal boat was beached.

 

Baby the old moon,

Feel the soup steam hot-

Comfort food’s best of all

It gives you pop! For when things get higgelty

-For lions, or boys, or a bumbling piggelty.

 

Wild stares end soon,

Chefs stir Night’s pot-

It’s a piece of cake to fall

But nothing escapes the maker’s batter

-Shape up what’s left til nothing’s the matter!

 

There’s more to age

Than when you left it-

Or the rumpus you ruled it

There’s more than nothing when you go

-You still fill us up, we love you so!

 

Lines pop! on page

Dream kitchens stay lit-

The king of the gone things comes for a visit

And stays for a year and a day in one night

-We promise, we swear, you won’t lose in the light!

 

I’m in the gone

And the gone’s in me-

And just as wild as he used to be

There’s more to life than having everything

-There’s also the gone things, the wild, and kings!

 

(My poem on Sendak’s death is here: https://wheresmytower.wordpress.com/2012/05/08/maurice-sendak-is-dead/)

 

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