With all this focus directed back towards some things like Northrop Frye, or so to some of the other material that i have to study for other classes, i really forget sometimes how enjoyable it can be to read. I have a niece who's about three years old now more or less and every time i see her i give her a new book, the last one was a collection of Shell Silverstein's poetry. There one poem in there that i can remeber by heart. And now that i've been writing about childhood, about dreaming ( i read Kevin's blog about dreams too-wicked funny-) and it just seemed fitting, his poem i mean. And it was just a soothing piece of poetry for a time when i have loads and loads of work to be stressed out about. this is it:
Invitation
If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er. a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
i love this poem. actually i feel that i should recite it, or that it should be printed on the first page of a work of fiction. maybe as a prologue or something.
that would be nice.
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