THE JABBERWOCKY POEM

Ross Dolan

Ross Dolan

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Just the first stanza, actually.



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

Don't expect much interest, but I like it and thought I'd post a thread devoted to it.

Here are the words inscribed in a plaque at the foot of the statue of Alice in Central Park.

jabberwocky_poem_by_ghostrider22-d3774uv.jpg


(Interesting fact: The word "borogoves" is misspelled on the plaque.)
 
I still know it by heart - we had to present it in a unique way for a public speaking class I had once.

Great poetry, great use of language. Guy's a genius.
 
Frank Apisa said:
Just the first stanza, actually.



’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths orabe.

Don't expect much interest, but I like it and thought I'd post a thread devoted to it.

Here are the words inscribed in a plaque at the foot of the statue of Alice in Central Park.

jabberwocky_poem_by_ghostrider22-d3774uv.jpg


(Interesting fact: The word "borogoves" is misspelled on the plaque.)
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Incredibly stupid mistake to make, how could that have happened?

Charles Dodgson would probably have been called a paedophile, if he was alive today, for his close relationship with Alice Liddell.

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Frank Apisa said:
Just the first stanza, actually.



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

Don't expect much interest, but I like it and thought I'd post a thread devoted to it.

Here are the words inscribed in a plaque at the foot of the statue of Alice in Central Park.

jabberwocky_poem_by_ghostrider22-d3774uv.jpg


(Interesting fact: The word "borogoves" is misspelled on the plaque.)
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One of my favorite poems by Lewis Carol. I memorized it sometime ago.
 
Mott the Hoople said:
One of my favorite poems by Lewis Carol. I memorized it sometime ago.
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It is a classic.

The statue of Alice in Central Park is one of my favorite things. I try to visit it each time I am in the city...and always take time to read the various plaques that form a circle around it.

Here are the others:

"TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE BAT! / HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU'RE AT! / UP ABOVE THE WORLD YOU FLY, / LIKE A TEA-TRAY IN THE SKY."

"THEY TOLD ME YOU HAD BEEN TO HER, / AND MENTIONED ME TO HIM: / SHE GAVE ME A GOOD CHARACTER, / BUT SAID I COULD NOT SWIM."

"BEAUTIFUL SOUP, SO RICH AND GREEN / WAITING IN A HOT TUREEN! / WHO FOR SUCH DAINTIES WOULD NOT STOOP? / SOUP OF THE EVENING, BEAUTIFUL SOUP!"

"TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE / AGREED TO HAVE A BATTLE; / FOR TWEEDLEDUM SAID TWEEDLEDEE / HAD SPOILED HIS NICE NEW RATTLE. "

"SPEAK ROUGHLY TO YOUR LITTLE BOY, / AND BEAT HIM WHEN HE SNEEZES; / HE ONLY DOES IT TO ANNOY, / BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT TEASES."
 
Love it

The barnies coodle doon at niegh

with mirth that's dear to me


it like a peek back in time
 
Cuddle Doon
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht,
Wi' muckle faucht an' din—
"O, try and sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
Your faither's comin' in"—
They never heed a word I speak;
I try to gi'e a froon,
But aye I hap them up, an' cry,
"O, bairnies, cuddle doon."


Wee Jamie wi' the curly heid—
He aye sleeps next the wa'—
Bangs up an' cries, "I want a piece"—
The rascal starts them a'.
I rin an' fetch them pieces, drinks,
They stop awee the soun',
Then draw the blankets up an' cry,
"Noo, weanies, cuddle doon."


But ere five minutes gang, wee Rab
Cries oot, frae 'neath the claes,
"Mither, mak' Tam gi'e owre at ance,
He's kittlin' wi' his taes."
The mischief's in that Tam for tricks,
He'd bother half the toon;
But aye I hap them up an' cry,
"O, bairnies, cuddle doon."


At length they hear their faither's fit,
An', as he steeks the door,
They turn their faces to the wa',
While Tam pretends to snore.
"Ha'e a' the weans been gude?" he asks,
As he pits aff his shoon.
"The bairnies, John, are in their beds,
An' lang since cuddled doon."


An' just afore we bed oorsel's,
We look at oor wee lambs;
Tam has his airm roun' wee Rab's neck,
An' Rab his airm roun' Tam's.
I lift wee Jamie up the bed,
An', as I straik each croon,
I whisper, till my heart fills up,
"O, bairnies, cuddle doon."


The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi' mirth that's dear to me;
But sune the big warl's cark an' care
Will quaten doon their glee.
Yet, come what will to ilka ane,
May He who rules aboon
Aye whisper, though their pows be bald,
"O, bairnies, cuddle doon."
 
My all time favorite poem is the American Classic "Casey At The Bat". That was a cast iron mother to memorize but not as hard as Poe's "The Raven".
 
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