Victoria Adler, Baby, Come Away (Farrar, Strauss, and Giroux, 2011)
I really didn’t think this one was going to be a hit at all, if not with baby, then with me—Adler’s attention to the niceties of rhythm and rhyme, on the surface, is shall we say a bit lacking. But the bean was enchanted by David Walker’s wonderful illustrations (and I was as well), so we kept at it, and eventually I uncovered what’s going on here. Adler actually understands what she’s doing in the realm of poetry, and has created a Gerard Manley Hopkins-esque sprung-rhythm piece with a great deal of internal rhyme; unfortunately, my initial impression came from the page layouts, which make it look as if Adler is following lines of hexameter with limes of dimeter (or even shorter!) rather than giving the visual line-break cues one would find in a Hopkins poem (“With a bird suit, feather cap, stockings on your legs,/You’ll warm my eggs/And we’ll have tea/In our tip-top tree./A worm for you/And a worm for me.”). We like this one a very good deal, and it gets read during book time more often than not. *** ½
In case the cover caption didn’t look familiar.