Knifty Knitter

One husband, two kids, lots of pets, little time to knit. Yet I find time anyway.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

blog interrupted

Ok, so here's the deal. I had a different post all set to go, but I can not get the camera to cooperate. I was beginning to get very frustrated, when my butt post was saved by Grace's Poppies, who had the fantastic idea of a Blogger (silent) Poetry Reading. After reading Steph's post, and because I love poetry so, thought I would throw one of my favorite poems onto the blog for all to enjoy. So enjoy-even if Phil did see his shadow.



Jabberwocky
Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunthe frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the maxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

As in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"Has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

1 Comments:

  • So fun- thank you for sharing! I saw this on a couple of blogs and I've been enjoying the poetry. It's interesting to read the selections that people have chosen. With literature, I'm always curious about what appeals to others and why. I guess it's hard to analyze that with poetry, since it usually appeals on such a visceral, emotional level. Hope that camera stops misbehaving! ;-) Take care, Teresa! :-)

    By Blogger candsmom, at 4:55 AM  

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