The Walrus and the Carpenter
By Lewis Carroll
“The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright —
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done —
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun.”
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead —
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
If this were only cleared away,’
They said, it would be grand!’
If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,’ the Walrus said,
That they could get it clear?’
I doubt it,’ said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
O Oysters, come and walk with us!’
The Walrus did beseech.
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.’
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head —
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat —
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more —
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
And whether pigs have wings.’
But wait a bit,’ the Oysters cried,
Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!’
No hurry!’ said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
A loaf of bread,’ the Walrus said,
Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed —
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.’
But not on us!’ the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!’
The night is fine,’ the Walrus said.
Do you admire the view?
It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!’
The Carpenter said nothing but
Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf —
I’ve had to ask you twice!’
It seems a shame,’ the Walrus said,
To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!’
The Carpenter said nothing but
The butter’s spread too thick!’
I weep for you,’ the Walrus said:
I deeply sympathize.’
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
O Oysters,’ said the Carpenter,
You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none —
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.”
This is Mitik, a frail orphaned calf rescued from Alaska, who was taken to SeaWorld San Antonio until the New York Aquarium rebuilds. Photo by Julie Larsen Maher/Wildlife Conservation Society, The NY Times, Wednesday, January 22, 2014.
January 22, 2014 at 1:18 pm
Here’s Mitik some time back:
https://plus.google.com/100276050920859547198/posts/A2vVY6PYxJA
January 22, 2014 at 1:19 pm
lol cuuuute i love it.
my poetry will never compare to carrolls but you inspired me to share some:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o3ZGhiV1tGxzL3l6ME8EnMvV2A8SEjd_3JcM6lYcAjE/edit
January 22, 2014 at 1:21 pm
Your affection for Mitik Sakari Maaranen is as sweet as Mitik himself. Yours too Phill Hocking. The face is just divine!
January 22, 2014 at 1:23 pm
lets eat it!
January 22, 2014 at 1:26 pm
he’s actually wayyyyyyyyyyyyy cuter than me Giselle Minoli heh us ugly guys gotta stick together! xD
January 22, 2014 at 1:29 pm
I must confess, it’s probably more about Mythbusters and Jamie Hyneman…
January 22, 2014 at 1:30 pm
One of my all time favorite poems
January 22, 2014 at 1:57 pm
This poem continues to drive me crazy. I love it and I hate it.
I love it’s cleverness, how it gently leads us (and the oysters) to the inevitable end. And I hate how I know what is coming and feel for the oysters (poor fools).
And I often quote _”The time has come…”
On reflection, I love it more than I hate it 😉
January 22, 2014 at 2:10 pm
Susanne Ramharter ah, Yes, but your sensitivity shows up in your admitted feelings about this poem. I chose to print it rather than comment on it…but, Yes, it is the dichotomy of life, n’est ce pas? I suspect even the look on Mitik’s face is telling…I must eat oysters, don’t hate me, it’s my fate.
I think of this whenever I watch nature videos…the cameramen and women who watch gut wrenching things to document natural events in the wild. But it is natural, Yes?
Perhaps that is what allows Carroll to cleverly bring us to the bittersweet end. But, perhaps, if he hadn’t anthropomorphized them so, you might not have felt that way?
January 22, 2014 at 4:33 pm
you are right Giselle Minoli, I’m just a sap, particularly with animals.
My dentist has a monitor on the ceiling on which he shows various nature films – ever since I could not sop my tears when having a procedure and forced to watch a poor polar bear, weakened and trying to crawl from one small chunk of ice to the next, my dentist turns it off.
But he was happy to hear that it was not his work that made me cry 😉
January 22, 2014 at 5:41 pm
Good grief Susanne Ramharter I bring music and a headset to the dentist because I find watching TV too depressing! Even given the novacaine!
January 22, 2014 at 7:15 pm
LOL Giselle Minoli – I’ve had season-tickets at the dentist last year, but at least he’s not bad looking ;-))
January 22, 2014 at 10:58 pm
Dear Giselle: I like your posts a lot! But now I will be teaching philosophy in the morning, and in the evening and night, I will be working in a restaurant for 3 months. I won’t be able to coment your posts. My philosophy classes are good: all my students are working, and some are thinking and making good texts. A class of Art students that only 3 were able to write a very poor thoughts ( clichés…) about what is philosophy is know thinking in a more personal way. This is a slow process, because they still lack confidence and are very shy, and Meg Tufano was quite helpful.
We are now studing Axiology, the notion of value, his subjectivity or objectivity.
But as two of my teachers in the intensive cooking course said that I was old to learn in order to be a cook, I am going to be a professional cook!
I am going to work with a young portuguese cook that won a silver medal in a international Culinary Olimpics, and is an excelent teacher ( he was my teacher-how to work fish- and very inteligent and open-minded. Calm. ) he is a better cook and better teacher than the others, and we do have a very good empathy! We understand each other very well, we don’t need to talk very much!!
I hope to have time in order to read your posts again!!
January 23, 2014 at 1:47 am
Hello Lance Hagood! You know…I have this awful feeling that I missed a ping from you somewhere recently, but I can’t for the life of me remember where. Forgive me. Did I make it up? Or is it real and I am Gone With the Wind? No matter…here you are…coffee, words and a sunny morning by the sea. Lewis Carroll does not get evoked often enough if you ask me and I haven’t read this poem in years and just had to call it forth when I saw this sweet walrus face. It was the whiskers that did me in.
Oyster PTSD. Hmmm….
Susanne Ramharter I’m faced with the dreaded dentist at 9:30 am. I shall listen to Ravel. And think of you. Or Neil Young. He would work too. Or Haydyn. About about Haydyn string quartets? It’s the drilling. I can’t stand the sound of it.
Ana Cristina Simões Vilar what a sweet note. Thank you very much. My dear, you are an absolute delight and you make me laugh and think at the same time. I am charmed by the face that you are a philosopher cook. Or a cooking philosopher…which is it…and that Meg Tufano was so helpful. That is her way. Meg “Helpful” Tufano.
I have the most wonderful memories of Portugal. The food was fabulous. I was in Lisbon and there was a section of town, I can’t remember the name, that was very much like Soho in New York City…with all of these renegade restaurants tucked into unusual store fronts. I loved it and have wanted to go back. So…when you open your own restaurant Ana Cristina Simões Vilar, featuring Portuguese Spanish food…or whatever your heart and mind turn out down the road, you must tell me about it and Meg Tufano and I will come to your opening. Only you have to promise that you will have a long table in it somewhere for we philosophers to sit down at for the Great Conversation About Life, at which you will join us after you have finished cooking for your customers at the end of the night.
Cheers to you my G+ Friend. Never apologize for rejoining your life. Whenever you have time to stop in I will be delighted. Besides…you have to keep me up on how you reinvent yourself. I want to know everything.
January 23, 2014 at 6:18 am
Good morning, Giselle! :))))
Yes, we just love to eat, and the food, the traditional one is fabulous! I am afraid that the restaurants that you mentioned, most of them don’t exist anymore!! But…. There are NEW one’s with new experiences!! And very interesting ones! Lots of them! With contemporary recipes, “melting” portuguese traditional cooking with french, or english or austrian( new forms of strudel, for instance) new pastries, mexican, Japanese… and our wines….. Are very good! We have lots of portuguese gapes, and new good wines mixing portuguese casts ( touriga nacional, for instance with french cabernet-sauvignon or syrah, are on the rise! We also have Alvarinho, that is cultivated also in the States! Came and enjoy! :))))
Our traditional desserts are excelent! Originaly invented by Catholic nuns in the Convents, ful of eggs, sugar and names like nun’s belly, prior’ears..:)))
You are a very charming and inspiring person! :)))
I wish you a wonderful day, dear Giselle!!!
January 24, 2014 at 2:21 am
Yes Tazein Mirza Saad….and then they grow up to be…um….huge….
January 25, 2014 at 6:21 am
I hate to tell you this Susanne Ramharter and Giselle Minoli but I memorized that poem for our family presentations!!! We children had to perform on holidays for our “elders.” I think a German tradition. My favorite line is, “And cried like anything to see such quantities of sand.” I thought that was so funny!
January 25, 2014 at 2:21 pm
Of course you memorized this poem Meg Tufano! WHY AM I NOT AT ALL SURPRISED???? 😉
January 25, 2014 at 8:41 pm
;’) Giselle Minoli
March 16, 2014 at 5:57 am
I used to read this to my kids as part of bedtime poetry reading. It’s a poem I come back to again and again in life.
March 16, 2014 at 6:54 pm
John Poteet what a pleasure it has been to discover so many people who know this poem. Not to say that I hadn’t known that…but in a world that doesn’t seem to value poetry so much I’m delighted to (re)discover that fact!
March 16, 2014 at 8:13 pm
John Poteet That is amazing that we BOTH know this poem!!!!