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First, a quick word of thanks to all of you who have been so supportive of The Magic Ring. Critics are paying attention, and reader reviews at Amazon.com are also appearing. I couldn't be happier! In other publishing news, The Trail of Tears and Indian Removal is due out next month.

And now, a recommendation: be sure to catch green_key's gorgeous pumpkin carving post here. See what an artist can do with jack-o'-lanterns!

Today's text is "The Nine Little Goblins" by James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916):

"The Nine Little Goblins"

They all climbed up on a high board fence -
Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes -
Nine little Goblins that had no sense,
And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;
And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat -
And I asked them what they were staring at.

And the first one said, as he scratched his head
With a queer little arm that reached out of his ear
And rasped its claws in his hair so red -
"This is what this little arm is fer!"
And he scratched and stared, and the next one said,
"How on earth do you scratch your head?"

And he laughed like the screech of a rusty hinge -
Laughed and laughed till his face grew black;
And when he choked, with a final twinge
Of his stifling laughter, he thumped his back
With a fist that grew on the end of his tail
Till the breath came back to his lips so pale.

And the third little Goblin leered round at me -
And there were no lids on his eyes at all -
And he clucked one eye, and he says, says he,
"What is the style of your socks this fall?"
And he clapped his heels - and I sighed to see
That he had hands where his feet should be.

Then a bald-faced Goblin, gray and grim,
Bowed his head, and I saw him slip
His eyebrows off, as I looked at him,
And paste them over his upper lip;
And then he moaned in remorseful pain -
"Would - Ah, would I'd me brows again!"

And then the whole of the Goblin band
Rocked on the fence-top to and fro,
And clung, in a long row, hand in hand,
Singing the songs that they used to know -
Singing the songs that their grandsires sung
In the goo-goo days of the Goblin-tongue.

And ever they kept their green-glass eyes
Fixed on me with a stony stare -
Till my own grew glazed with a dread surmise,
And my hat whooped up on my lifted hair,
And I felt the heart in my breast snap to
As you've heard the lid of a snuff-box do.

And they sang "You're asleep! There is no board-fence,
And never a Goblin with green-glass eyes!
'Tis only a vision the mind invents
After a supper of cold mince pies,
And you're doomed to dream this way," they said,
"And you sha'n't wake up till you're clean plum dead."



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Oct. 15th, 2006 02:08 pm (UTC)
Is it screwed up that I think that poem is positively adorable? Why hasn't Tim Burton animated it?

PS: Forgot to let you know that I loved The Magic Ring. Beautiful and fascinating. Plus, it was nice to be able to put soundtrack and book together at last, LOL—and I'm looking forward to The Trail of Tears!

Oct. 16th, 2006 02:18 pm (UTC)
Why hasn't Tim Burton animated it?

Excellent question! Wouldn't it be fun to see what he could do with it?!?

I am SO thrilled that you enjoyed The Magic Ring. That makes my whole week. :) *huge hugs* I hope the soundtrack made sense after you had the context for it. Thank you for reading it!
Oct. 15th, 2006 08:49 pm (UTC)
Congratulations on your books! Magic Ring looks intriguing.

And thank you for the sweet compliments. I hope to have more pumpkins to share this year.
Oct. 16th, 2006 02:19 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for the kind words re: my books! *hugs*

I hope you'll take pictures of any pumpkins you make this year. "_
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