When We Were Very Young
1925

Before Winnie-the-Pooh had his own stories, he had these poems. This 1924 collection marks the first appearance of the bear who would become a cultural icon, introduced here as "Teddy Bear" in verses that capture the voice of childhood with startling authenticity. But the book is far more than a prequel. Milne writes with the particular logic of a young mind: the philosophical worries, the small triumphs, the way a visit to the zoo becomes an epic adventure. The poems are meant to be read aloud, with rhythms that echo a parent's voice at bedtime, and they work their way into memory like lullabies. E.H. Shepard's illustrations add to the gentle mischief. What's remarkable is how the verses speak equally to children living them and adults remembering them. Every parent who reads this will hear echoes of their own childhood in lines about teddy bears and spring walks, in the small anxieties and great joys that Milne renders with tender precision. It's the kind of book that lives on a shelf for decades, pulled out again and again, slightly dog-eared, because it offers something increasingly rare: a record of what it feels like to be very young.
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“She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.””
— A. A. Milne
“If people ask me,I always tell them:"Quite well, thank you, I'm very glad to say."If people ask me, I always answer,"Quite well, thank you, how are you today?"I always answer, I always tell them, If they ask mePolitely...BUT SOMETIMES I wish That they wouldn't””
— A. A. Milne
“Where am I going? I don't quite know.Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-Up on a hill where the pine-trees blow-Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.Where am I going? The clouds sail by,Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.Where am I going? The shadows pass,Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,You'd sail on the water as blue as air.And you'd see me here in the fields and say:"Doesn't the sky look green today?"Where am I going? The high rooks call:"It's awful fun to be born at all.Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:"We do have beautiful things to do."If you were a bird, and lived on high,You'd lean on the wind when the windcame by,You'd say to the wind when it took you away:"That's where I wanted to go today!"Where am I going? I don't quite know.What does it matter where people go?Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.””
— A. A. Milne
“DaffodowndillyShe wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown;She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down.She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.””
— A. A. Milne
“And Teddy worried lots aboutThe fact that he was rather stout.He thought: "If only I were thin!But how does anyone begin?””
— A. A. Milne
“If you were a bird, and lived on high,You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,You'd say to the wind when it took you away:"That's where I wanted to go today!””
— A. A. Milne
“VespersLittle Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,Droops on the little hands little gold head.Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.God bless Mummy. I know that's right.Wasn't it fun in the bath tonight?The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot.Oh! God bless Daddy -- I quite forgot.If I open my fingers a little bit more,I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door.It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood.Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,And pull the hood right over my head,And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,And nobody knows that I'm there at all.Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.And what was the other I had to say?I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be?Oh! Now I remember. God bless Me.Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed.Droops on the little hands little gold head.Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.””
— A. A. Milne
“If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,You'd sail on the water as blue as air.And you'd see me here in the fields and say:"Doesn't the sky look green today?””
— A. A. Milne
“SPRING MORNINGIf you were a cloud, and sailed up there,You'd sail on water as blue as air,And you'd see me here in the fields and say:'Doesn't the sky look green to-day?'If you were a bird, and lived on high,You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,You'd say to the wind when it took you away:'That's where I wanted to go to-day!””
— A. A. Milne
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