Sunday, April 12, 2009

My Shadow

By Robert Louis Stevenson



I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

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2 Comments:

At 12 April 2009 at 15:11, Blogger Kaycie said...

I love this. I memorized it when I was a kid for something or other. It always makes me smile.

 
At 13 April 2009 at 12:41, Blogger -Ann said...

I did too - one summer, my grandmother (a retired schoolteacher) had us all learning poems. I can see the book in my head - this was one of my favourites!

 

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