The Pagoda by David Gill
The Pagoda is a collection of modernish poetry by a Brit. The curious thing is that he tries to rhyme in places. It kind of throws you off, like if a novelist’s sentences rhymed. His rhymes are unexpected somehow and not quite right. I didn’t care for most of his work. It wasn’t bad; it just wasn’t good. But there were a few poems from a child’s point of view–remembering how summer felt or describing the thrill of riding on his father’s shoulders–that were evocative and interesting.