Calvin: Attention! All Rise! This meeting of G.R.O.S.S. (Get Rid Of Slimy girlS) is now called to order by the great Grandiose Dictator – for – life, the Ruler supreme, the Fearless, the Brave, the Held – High – in – Esteem, Calvin the bold! Yes, stand up and hail his humbleness now! May his wisdom prevail!
Hobbes: Three cheers for first tiger and El Presidente, Hobbes, The delight of all Cognoscenti! He’s savvy! He has a prodigious IQ, and lots of panache, as all tigers do! In his fancy Chapeau (cap), he’s a leader with taste! May his orders be heeded and his views be embraced!
Calvin: You can tell this is a great club by the way we start our meetings!
That’s so cute! Although being a girl myself, i do not support his view that girls are SLIMY!! 😛
Far far from gusty waves these children’s faces.
Like rootless weeds, the hair torn around their pallor.
The tall girl with her weighed-down head. The paper-
seeming boy, with rat’s eyes. The stunted, unlucky heir
Of twisted bones, reciting a father’s gnarled disease,
His lesson from his desk. At back of the dim class
One unnoted, sweet and young. His eyes live in a dream,
Of squirrel’s game, in the tree room, other than this.
On sour cream walls, donations. Shakespeare’s head,
Cloudless at dawn, civilized dome riding all cities.
Belled, flowery, Tyrolese valley. Open-handed map
Awarding the world its world. And yet, for these
Children, these windows, not this map, their world,
Where all their future’s painted with a fog,
A narrow street sealed in with a lead sky,
Far far from rivers, capes, and stars of words.
Surely, Shakespeare is wicked, the map a bad example,
With ships and sun and love, tempting them to steal–
For lives that slyly turn in their cramped holes
From fog to endless night? On their slag heap, these children
Wear skins peeped through by bones and spectacles of steel
With mended glass, like bottle bits on stones.
All of their time and space are foggy slum.
So blot their maps with slums as big as doom.
Unless, governor, teacher, inspector, visitor,
This map becomes their window and these windows
That shut upon their lives like catacombs,
Break O break open till they break the town
And show the children green fields and make their world
Run azure on gold sands, and let their tongues
Run naked into books, the white and green leaves open
History theirs whose language is the sun.
– Stephen Spender
If you’re into literature by now or you just love Literature, I’m pretty sure you’ll find this website very useful: http://www.sparknotes.com/ (opens in a new tab). Read synopses of major Literary works.
You can now read Shakespeare’s plays in simple, plain English with the No Fear Shakespeare series where the original play comes along with a translation that anyone can understand. No Fear Shakespeare puts Shakespeare’s language side-by-side with a facing-page translation into modern English—the kind of English people actually speak today.
Have fun!! 😉