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J. Patrick Lewis Biography

J. Patrick Lewis (born May 5, 1942) is an American poet and prose writer noted for his children's poems and other light verse. He worked as professor of economics from 1974-1998, after which he devoted himself full-time to writing.

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Libraries Are Neccessary Gardens, Unsurpassed At Growing Excitement

Garden, Growing, Libraries, Library, Neccessary

"Chocolate mustache" is from a line in the book. It's my favorite title (chosen by me), so I'm pleased that Never Spit was tossed.

Book, Chocolate, Favorite, Line, Mustache, Tossed

Poetry is perfect verbs hunting for elusive nouns.

Writing, Hunting, Perfect, Poetry, Nouns

Spotted Park Bench I am a park bench. Ordinary words cannot express my thoughts on birds.

Bench, Benches, Bird, Birds, Ordinary, Spotted

The Ladybug wears no disguises. She is just what she advertises. A speckled spectacle of spring, A fashion statement on the wing. . . . A miniature orange kite. A tiny dot-to-dot delight.

Advertises, Fashion, Ladybug, Spring, Wears, Wings

Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses

Bury, Dozen, Library, Long, Please

A bad book owes to many trees | A forest of apologies.

Apologies, Apology, Book, Forest, Tree, Trees

The laureateship [of U. S. Children's Poet] has brought me a couple of appealing contracts, including my first anthology, the 200-poem The National Geographic Book of Animal Poetry. Apart from the increased travel, I won't let anything interfere with writing poetry.

Children, Couple, Book, Brought, Poetry, Anthology

I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With bookworms in my coffin.

Bookworms, Coffin, Coffins, Library, Sad

A great book is a homing device For navigating paradise. A good book somehow makes you care About the comfort of a chair. A bad book owes to many trees A forest of apologies.

Apology, Book, Chair, Owes, Somehow, Tree

Poetry is prose, bent out of shape.

Bent, Poetry, Prose, Shapes

Poetry is frosted fire.

Fire, Frosted, Poetry, Poetry Is

Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.

Light, Poetry, Tunnel, Tunnels

I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.

Aloud, Always Believe, Believed, Read, Reader, World

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