June 23, 2009

Evening Song of the Thoughtful Child

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May this charming poem delight you today.

--Description: 20th C, Mansfield K., Children, Dreams, Night--

Shadow children, thin and small,
Now the day is left behind,
You are dancing on the wall,
On the curtains, on the blind.

On the ceiling, children, too,
Peeping round the nursery door,
Let me come and play with you,
As we always played before.

Let's pretend that we have wings
And can really truly fly
Over every sort of things
Up and up into the sky.

Where the sweet star children play--
It does seem a dreadful rule,
They must stay inside all day.
I suppose they go to school.

And to-night, dears, do you see,
They are having such a race
With their father moon--the tree
Almost hides his funny face.

Shadow children, once at night,
I was all tucked up in bed,
Father moon came--such a fright--
Through the window poked his head;

I could see his staring eyes,
O, my dears, I was afraid,
That was not a nice surprise,
And the dreadful noise I made!

Let us make a fairy ring,
Shadow children, hand in hand,
And our songs quite softly sing
That we learned in fairyland.

Shadow children, thin and small,
See, the day is far behind;
And I kiss you--on the wall--
On the curtains--on the blind.

Katherine Mansfield

--Did You Know: (14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923) Mansfield was a prominent modernist writer of short fiction from New Zealand who wrote under the pen name of Katherine Mansfield. She was born Kathleen Mansfield Beauchamp, in 1888, into a socially prominent family in Wellington, New Zealand. She was the daughter of a banker and born to a middle-class colonial family.

--Word of the Day: peradventure \puhr-uhd-VEN-chuhr; pehr-\,
1. [Archaic] Possibly; perhaps.
1. Chance, uncertainty, or doubt.
(eg) It establishes beyond any peradventure of doubt that they were all wet and all wrong in their reports about the weapons of mass destruction, the chemical weapons, the biological weapons and the coming nuclear weapons as well.
-Daniel Schorr, "interview Weekend Edition - Saturday, with Susan Stamberg", National Public Radio

--Quote of the Day: The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not obtained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Marinela on June 23, 2009 at 11:16 AM said...

Yes this poem really delighted my day :)thanks for sharing :)

V. Mahfood on June 23, 2009 at 12:32 PM said...

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I loved the idea of Peter Pan that wraps itself around this poem. It's sweet and nostalgic!

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