lördag 5 Mar 2011, 7:56
The Ghastly Crumb Tines
by Edward Gorey
A is for Amy who fell down the stairs.
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B is for Basil assaulted by bears.
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C is for Clair who wasted away.
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D is for Desmond thrown out of the sleigh.
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E is for Ernest who choked on a peach.
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F is for Fanny, sucked dry by a leech.
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G is for George, smothered under a rug.
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H is for Hector, done in by a thug.
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I is for Ida who drowned in the lake.
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J is for James who took lye, by mistake.
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K is for Kate who was struck with an axe.
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L is for Leo who swallowed some tacks.
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M is for Maud who was swept out to sea.
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N is for Nevil who died of ennui.
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O is for Olive, run through with an awl.
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P is for Prue, trampled flat in a brawl.
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Q is for Quinton who sank in a mire.
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R is for Rhoda, consumed by a fire.
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S is for Susan who perished of fits.
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T is for Titas who blew into bits.
U is for Una who slipped down a drain.
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V is for Victor, squashed under a train.
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W is for Winie, embedded in ice.
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X is for Xerxes, devoured by mice.
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Y is for Yoric whose head was knocked in.
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Z is for Zilla who drank too much gin.
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The Average Child
by Mike Buscemi
I don’t cause teachers trouble;
My grades have been okay.
I listen in my classes.
I’m in school every day.
My teachers think I’m average;
My parents think so too.
I wish I didn’t know that, though;
There’s lots I’d like to do.
I’d like to build a rocket;
I read a book on how.
Or start a stamp collection…
But no use trying now.
’Cause, since I found I’m average,
I’m smart enough you see
To know there’s nothing special
I should expect of me.
I’m part of that majority,
That hump part of the bell,
Who spends his life unnoticed
In an average kind of hell.
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Ghosts of Dreams
by William Herbert Carruth
We are all of us dreamers of dreams,
On visions our childhood is fed;
And the heart of a child is unhaunted, it seems,
By ghosts of dreams that are dead.
From childhood to youth’s but a span,
And the years of our life are soon sped;
But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man,
When the first of his dreams is dead.
’Tis a cup of wormwood and gall,
When the doom of a great man is said;
And the best of a man is under a pall
When the best of his dreams is dead.
He may live on by compact and plan
When the fine bloom of living is shed,
But God pity the little that’s left of a man
When most of his dreams are dead.
Let him show a brave face if he can;
Let him woo fame and fortune instead;
Yet there’s not much to do, but to bury a man
When the last of his dreams is dead.
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The Biplane Evermore
by Martin Cooper
Way out in London Airport, in Hangar Number 4,
A lonely little biplane lived whose name was Evermore.
His working days were over; no more would he sail
Upon his wings above the clouds flying the Royal Mail.
Bye bye biplane
Once upon a sky plane
Bye bye
Hushabye
Lulla biplane
All the mighty jet planes would look down their nose.
They’d laugh and say, “Oh, I’m so glad that I’m not one of those!”
And Evermore would shake away the teardrops from his wings,
And dream of days when he again could do heroic things.
Bye bye biplane
Once upon a sky plane
Bye bye
Hushabye
Lulla biplane
Then one day the fog and rain had closed the airport down
And all the mighty jet planes were helpless on the ground
When a call came to the airport for a mercy flight
They could not wait - ’twould be too late - someone must fly tonight!
They rolled the little biplane out to runway number 5
And though he looked so small and weak, he knew he could survive!
And as he rose into the storm the big jets hung their wings,
And hoped some day like Evermore to do heroic things.
Bye bye biplane
Once upon a sky plane
Bye bye
Hushabye
Lulla biplane
And so, my bitty bundle, I have spun a tale for you.
You must learn there’s nothing in this world that you can’t do.
Do not be discouraged by circumstance or size:
Remember Evermore and set your sights up in the skies.
Bye bye biplane
Once upon a sky plane
Bye bye
Hushabye
Lulla biplane…
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Just Because
by Natalie Dorsch
I walked up the door,
shut the stairs,
said my shoes,
took off my prayers,
turned off my bed,
got into the light,
all because
you kissed me goodnight!..
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I Am Not There
by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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The More Loving One
by W. H. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
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Motto
by Davy Crockett (1786-1836)
I leave this rule for others when I’m dead:
Be always sure you’re right — then go ahead.
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A Very Short Song
by Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad —
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.