T.S. Eliot is in the news because of some old letters

of his being allowed for publication after 50 years. At cocktail parties I claim to have read Wasteland and looked into Prufrock.
The coverage also mentions Old Possum and his cats, which I highly recommend. Better than the play, which I liked in L.A. with an excellent road cast. Deeper, more mysterious. Don't want to mess with a couple of those felines.

In the same vein- literature alleged to be for children- I recommend Now We Are Six by A.A. Milne, Mr Pooh Bear himself. Some of the best poetry I've read; skilfully written, humorous sometimes at the expense of the child and other times the adults he exasperates. He had a way with rhymes and meters.

Also C.R. Milne's story is worth reading. Father tried to lock them all in a pre-Great War bubble, before he acquired what we now call PTSD in France.
E.g. I think it's still true that graduating to long pants is a key part of a boy's life in Britain. C.R. was kept in short pants well beyond the usual time. With every good intention.
Ironic that Six opens with a rite of passage tale. Recent movie addresses the livrs from the adult's view; I don't know how well.
BBC has a C.R. bio with which I don't entirely agree. It shortchanges the quality of Six's writing, no matter how the author felt about it.