Halfway Down
Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit.
There isn't any other stair quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top.
So this is the stair where I always stop.
Halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts run round my head -
It isn't really anywhere,
It's somewhere else instead.
A.A. Milne
The poetry of A.A. Milne featured strongly in my childhood literature. I wonder where that battered, brown hard-covered volume is now? This is one of the few poems I remember in its entirety. Of course it's entirely appropriate.
There isn't any other stair quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top.
So this is the stair where I always stop.
Halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts run round my head -
It isn't really anywhere,
It's somewhere else instead.
A.A. Milne
The poetry of A.A. Milne featured strongly in my childhood literature. I wonder where that battered, brown hard-covered volume is now? This is one of the few poems I remember in its entirety. Of course it's entirely appropriate.
posted by Jessie at 10:50
8 comments
8 Comments:
I thought of the muppet show as soon as I read that too!
There's also that strange one "Disobedience" about not going down to the end of the town - and where James' mother goes missing - I'm always a bit reticent reading that one to my girls.
Yes, it's true, it is forever ingrained in my memory because of the Muppet Show album.
Alan, I remember that one - (Now then, very softly)
J.J.
M.M.
W.G. Du P.
Took great
C/o his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J.J. said to his M*****
"M*****," he said, said he:
"You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-if-you -don't-go-down-with-ME!"
That verse used to confuse me greatly.
Jessie, that last one instantly evokes my early days & I can clearly see the main street of the little town I lived in then, in my mind.
Which has changed immensely since then.
I would never have remembered it.
That poem isn't quite so much fun if your name actually is James.
Jessie - I know what it is you're missing. It's what I've found. One little word starting with F - Freedom. It's so underestimated in the dizzy heights of overall happiness stakes. Find it.
I thought it was obvious that JJMMWGDuP was just a spoilt little boy who got jealous when his m***** decided to have a little fun shopping by herself for a change...
Granz had an ancient AA Milne book - wonder where that is now?
X
That is my favourite poem EVER, being the first poem I ever learnt off by heart. I've still got (somewhere) old, old, old (1930s or so) and battered copies of "When we were very young" and "Now we are six". I must find them. original Winnie the Pooh (or, edward bear) is so much cooler than the commercialised cartoon all the kiddies know and love these days.
OOOOH and King John's Christmas with the Big, Red, India-Rubber Ball. I used to love that poem too.
A.A Milne Rocks
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