Bring On Those Nostalgic Sundays

I’m feeling a little nostalgic today, so feel free to gander one of my favourite poems. Carroll always did a fantastic job of turning the world upon its head; defying logic, rhyme and reason. Every time I read one of his tales, I become immersed in his writing and lost in the fantastical worlds he creates… the man was a magician with words and wonder and I will always remain in awe.
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The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright–
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done–
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun!”

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead–
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away,”
They said, “it would be grand!”

“If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“That they could get it clear?”
“I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

“O Oysters, come and walk with us!”
The Walrus did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.”

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head–
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat–
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more–
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”

“But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,
“Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

“A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said,
“Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed–
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.”

“But not on us!” the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
“After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!”
“The night is fine,” the Walrus said.
“Do you admire the view?

“It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf–
I’ve had to ask you twice!”

“It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
“To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“The butter’s spread too thick!”

“I weep for you,” the Walrus said:
“I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter,
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none–
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.
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We all have that one thing that we remember from our childhood; this happens to be mine. Actually, I italicized the stanza that most sticks out in my mind from when I was a child. I always did remember it and I can recite that stanza by-heart. It’s strange the things that stay with us forever… the things we never forget.

The first time I had ever heard this poem was in the movie Harriet the Spy (1996) when I was around aged 7 or 8. It was probably one of my favourite childhood movies and part of the reason why I love the always-entertaining Michelle Trachtenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, what-up!). In the movie, Trachtenberg’s character is read this poem by her amazing nanny (played by Rosie O’Donnell… you know, back when she used to act) and this scene always made me the saddest! I think it’s because every kid realizes that, like Harriet, people shift and change and those we love can’t always remain a part of our life forever. Regardless, those moments we spend with them aren’t any less special and they are responsible for helping us to grow and become better people.

Much Lovin’,
The Chad.

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One response to “Bring On Those Nostalgic Sundays

  1. One of the greatest imaginative minds in poetry. So surprising to find out he was a mathematician whose work dealt with his struggle to comprehend imaginary numbers. In that case, thank goodness for the square root of -1.

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