For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand
Today @ Borders:
Me: *walks up to cashier and puts books on counter*
Sales Guy: *mutters* ... romance novels. They better not be.
Me: Er. Sort of. They're fairy tales....
Sales Guy: Oh, that's okay. As long as they're not romance novels. Fairy tales are better.
Me: *faintly* Er. Yes.
Sales Guy: *continues* Fairy tales are part of our culture. Our parents read us fairy tales when we were kids. They didn't read us stories about vampires. I hate these romance novels about vampires who fall in love with mortals and have to decide whether to give up their immortality and bloodsucking ways for the one they love. Our parents never read us those stories. And we didn't find them, or hoped to God we wouldn't find them, on our parents' bookshelves. Fairy tales are okay, though.
Me: Er. *grabs receipt and flees*
Clearly this guy was traumatized by finding torrid vampire romance novels on his parents' bookshelves ... or something. Well, it was an interesting interaction anyway.
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Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scare could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
~ "The Stolen Child" by W.B. Yeats
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This poem is so true for me. I honestly cannot understand why the world is so full of weeping, why people have to hate each other and hurt each other.
Me: *walks up to cashier and puts books on counter*
Sales Guy: *mutters* ... romance novels. They better not be.
Me: Er. Sort of. They're fairy tales....
Sales Guy: Oh, that's okay. As long as they're not romance novels. Fairy tales are better.
Me: *faintly* Er. Yes.
Sales Guy: *continues* Fairy tales are part of our culture. Our parents read us fairy tales when we were kids. They didn't read us stories about vampires. I hate these romance novels about vampires who fall in love with mortals and have to decide whether to give up their immortality and bloodsucking ways for the one they love. Our parents never read us those stories. And we didn't find them, or hoped to God we wouldn't find them, on our parents' bookshelves. Fairy tales are okay, though.
Me: Er. *grabs receipt and flees*
Clearly this guy was traumatized by finding torrid vampire romance novels on his parents' bookshelves ... or something. Well, it was an interesting interaction anyway.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scare could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
~ "The Stolen Child" by W.B. Yeats
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This poem is so true for me. I honestly cannot understand why the world is so full of weeping, why people have to hate each other and hurt each other.