I read this to my nieces on a winter season - what a riot! not only is it a hilarious take on the famous poem 'Twas the Night Before Christmas', but al...moreI read this to my nieces on a winter season - what a riot! not only is it a hilarious take on the famous poem 'Twas the Night Before Christmas', but also a very fun tongue twister to read out loud - especially when near and dear to Pennsylvania dutch culture.
So, "It vas night before Christmas, und all over the farm, Nothing vas schusslich... zee moo-ers vere so dopplich and slow and the Belsnickel vas gristlich and dressed all in black... and if you been bad instead of been sveet... he'll varm your britches vith his bad kiddy svitches!
Of course, "they vas sveet kiddies, so they get treats and a 'Merry Christmas zu all, now chust go back to bed!'"
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their sile...moresomewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
I was so ravished by this poem when i first came across it (sometime in highschool, i think) that i kept a copy of it tacked to my bedroom wall for a good 10 years thereafter.
Then, some years went by, the poem from my wall now tucked away at the bottom of a hope chest - buried with all my other dreams and romances - until one day (one lucky day) i happened across a snippet of an ee cummings poem in an introduction to a book i was reading (this may or may not have been a novel by the great Tad Williams - i will have to get back to you on that one though, because i could be wrong)...
...anyway, the quote was, "listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go."
...so i ran to the bookstore, found this book, leafed through it and went home to contemplate why spending this amount of money for a book was ridiculous. it didn't take long for me to change my mind. i like to splurge and i like to be ravished.