Post by ♦ Spencer Oldmind ♦ on Mar 19, 2015 14:38:23 GMT -5
I know I'm a sucker for any and all literature. (Especially fantasy/fiction)
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My favorite quote for a long time has been "Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication." -Leonardo Da Vinci
A poem that I've fallen in love with is the one in the Introductions of Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, and, Alice Through The Looking-Glass.
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My favorite quote for a long time has been "Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication." -Leonardo Da Vinci
A poem that I've fallen in love with is the one in the Introductions of Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, and, Alice Through The Looking-Glass.
"All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide.
Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale, of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues tied together!
Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict to "begin it"-
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it"-
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.
Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue,
The dreamy-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast-
And half believe it true.
And ever as the story drained,
The wells of fancy dry,
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time-" "it is next time!"
The happy voices cry.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
It's quaint events were hammered out-
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.
Alice, a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where childhood's dreams are twined
In memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land."
-Introduction to Alice In Wonderland, by Lewis Carrol