After a long shift at The Palace, I came home, got out of my dreaded work clothes as fast as I could, put on a short-sleeve shirt and some flip-flops, and went out to bask in the warm sun. Due to poor tree and house placement, the only place with sun was the driveway. So, I grabbed my new Gordon Lightfoot CD, my book on American artists, some shades, and my fold up chair and sat in the middle of the pavement. Thus was spent the better part of what afternoon I had left. By then of course I was starving, so I mixed up a surprisingly good combo of plain yogurt, green grapes, boysenberry jam, and grape nuts. I highly suggest this combo. The evening was still young and a barefoot stroll along the sidewalks was in order. You would never know that just a few days ago we had a snow storm. It stayed around 60-70 most of the day with just a light wind. Below are a few bits and pieces I picked up on my walk.
Long years ago
The Dong was happy and gay,
Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
Who came to those shores one day,
For the Jumblies came in a Sieve, they did, --
Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
And the rocks are smooth and gray.
And all the woods and the valleys rang
With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang, --
'Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a Sieve,'
Happily, happily passed those days!
While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
They danced in circlets all night long,
To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
In moonlight, shine, or shade.
For day and night he was always there
By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.
Till the morning came of that hateful day
When the Jumblies sailed in their Sieve away,
And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
Gazing -- gazing for evermore, --
Ever keeping his weary eyes on
That pea-green sail on the far horizon, --
Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
As he sate all day on the grassy hill, --
'Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.'
-Excerpt of
"The Dong with a Luminous Nose"
from
The Nonsense Verse of Edward Lear
by
Edward Lear (1812-1888)
Love yall bunches,
-Kate
2 comments:
The idea of a barefoot walk is very appealing. I can so easily see your long slender beautiful feet.
Of course, "nonsense verse" comes closest, as always, to what is realist. As in e.e. cummings' famous poem:
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
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