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TWO POEMS AND ONE ILLUSTRATION |
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by Anna Epelbaum
Email: aepelbaum (nospam) yahoo.com (unverified!)
Phone: (217) 359-3619
Address: 302 S. Second St., #711 |
30 Sep 2004
Modified: 09:11:24 AM |
This publication I dedicate to wayward (see comments to my previous publication from 9/29/04 to find out details of our discussion). The illustration is the very first approach and requires a lot more work in colors and in figures.
I think, however, that it is right time to answer to his concern about "copy rights infringement". This is my answer - two poems from my sets "Alice in Wonderland" and "Alice in the Country Behind Looking Glass" (the first - from the first set, the second - from the second). The second one is more "up to the topic". I hope that each reader of this publication would find out more useful for him/her information than from this publication from my discussion with wayward, to which this current publication is dedicated. |
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The Song About Offended Time
Let us take a pick behind draperies.
Don't you think that we're here careless?
This is the time before, which answers us
So nice and even, look at it, Alice!
But the happy people didn't watch the clocks,
And all cowards there slow down them
To push time ahead started demagogues,
And all lazy children killed the time, ma'am!
And the wheels of time then became aged,
Started they to wear out on the tops.
Then the time - itself just got outraged,
And then ordered its pendulum to stop !
All of a sudden didn't come 12 o'clock at night,
In the middle of day all waited for the noon, please!
But offended time just didn't want be right,
It became so nervous. Look at it, Alice!
Happy people then to start to watch clocks,
And all cowards stop to slow down them.
Stop to push ahead the time demagogues.
Even lazy children now study, ma'am!
And the wheels of time are always oiled since.
The time isn't more suffering from aging.
Promise me, to never mistreat time, Alice!
And remember it, as your best rule, and sage.
Alice in The Magic Wood
Now Alice entered the dark wood
With the tall, thick, old trees.
Annoying winds' sounds, loud but shroud,
Started to knock there at both of her ears:
"We - all are here famous,
As we're powerful and rich,
But we try to catch here all strangers
To force them us once more to teach.
We are all here very, very strong,
But afraid of any free competition.
As we're always right, - never wrong,
To steal anything we need no permission!
We are enjoying celebrities' status,
But, if can here capture a stranger,
We're absorbing then fast stranger's substance
To increase our own ranges!"
Confused Alice feels in her head empty room,
Her brain gets from any thought free,
And then she sees a huge word "Gymnasium"
Engraved on the one of big trees.
As soon as she passes this tree,
She forgets all of her skills:
Now she can't write, she can't read,
And has forgotten her own name - Alice.
A nice little fawn is on her way,
It helps her to choose the right trail.
They stay away of road with name "Graduate",
Which is in this forest of tale.
When they get out of this strange, scary scene
With its trees, and its talking winds,
Fawn jumps away, voicing his name- Bamby,
The girl remembers that her - is Alice! |
This work is in the public domain |
