Moon, have you met my mother? : the collected poems of Karla Kuskin

Write about a radish
Too many people write about the moon.

The night is black
The stars are small and high
The clock unwinds its ever-ticking tune
Hills gleam dimly
Distant nighthawks cry.
A radish rises in the waiting sky.

This long-awaited, comprehensive collection by acclaimed poet Karla Kuskin contains her most celebrated poems as well as new works never before published. Whether she's writing about napping cats, reaches of beaches, or radishes as beautiful as the moon, Moon, Have You Met My Mother? amuses while it inspires.

Introduction -- I do not understand arf -- I do not wish I were a cat -- Pigeons is a pretty word -- Buggity, buggity, bug -- Wizard had a lizard -- Bears don't purr, they grrrr -- Spring again, spring again, spring -- Five, four, three, too hot! -- Good-bye toes -- Ice is nice -- I will not eat beets -- I need to read -- There is a me inside of me -- Isn't it queer than an ear can hear? -- Moon, have your met my mother? -- Acknowledgments -- Index.