Tuesday, June 25, 2024

THE SWING BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON


How do you like to go up in a swing,

Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

Ever a child can do!


Up in the air and over the wall,

Till I can see so wide,

River and trees and cattle and all

Over the countryside -


Till I look down on the garden green,

Down on the roof so brown - 

Up the air I go flying again, 

Up in the air and down



The Swing

~Robert Louis Stevenson 

(1850 - 1894)



“Robert Louis Stevenson - born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson (November 13th, 1850 - 3rd December, 1894) - was a Scottish novelist, essayist, poet and travel writer. He is best known for works such as Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped and A Child’s Garden of Verses.  Born and educated in Edinburgh, Stevenson suffered from serious bronchial trouble for much of his life, but continued to write prolifically and travel widely in defiance of his poor health. As a young man he mixed in London literary circles, receiving encouragement from Sidney Colvin, Andrew Lang, Edmund Gosse, Leslie Stephen and W. E. Henley, the last of whom may have provided the model of Long John Silver in Treasure Island. In 1890 he settled in Samoa where, alarmed at increasing European and American influence in the South Sea Islands, his writing turned from romance and adventure fiction towards a darker realism. He died of a stroke in his island home in 1894 at age 44. A celebrity in his lifetime, Stevenson’s critical reputation has fluctuated since his death, though today his works are held in general acclaim. In 2018 he was ranked just behind Charles Dickens as the 26th most translated author in the world.”  He was such an amazing and fascinating man  I read the above information and much more at this link.



18 comments:

  1. GOod to see you back! I hope you had a great break.

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  2. I remember that poem - and that feeling.

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  3. So good to see a swing made into a poem. What a metaphor

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  4. Welcome back! I love the poem. What a tragically short life Stevenson had, though he achieved a lot in it.

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  5. Welcome back Denise. Nice AI and a good read from Robert Louis Stevenson.

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  6. What a delightful poem that is. It has been years since I've been on a swing.

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  7. Cute image and poem. I still like to swing! Take care, have a great day!

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  8. I was unfamiliar with this delightful verse, but Robert Louis Stevenson was a great part of my childhood as I read and reread “Treasure Island” and delighted in it every time. It was a great thrill for me the first time I ever visited Hispaniola.

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  9. Hurrah, you're back!!! I was getting so worried that I almost e-mailed you. Seems like you were gone for so long. I hope you have been well and had some good adventures while you took the blog break. Meanwhile, I made and posted my fairy/gnome garden. ere is the link to it.

    https://ginny-letyourlightshine.blogspot.com/2024/06/the-redo.html

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  10. seeing the word Kidnapped threw me back in time when I read many times, O. Henry's, Ransom of the Red Chief. I still think about that book

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  11. This is such a captivating little poem. I remember how enthralled I was by his writings as a child happily lost in the stories he told. He died far too young with many more tales to tell but at least he knew his efforts meant something to so many.

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  12. Hey Denise...happy to see your lovely post up you were missed.
    Hus Cecilia

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  13. I remember this poem -- I always loved that one!

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  14. Glad to have you back Denise with this beautiful poem!!
    You have also made an equally beautiful picture to match!
    I liked that you also added information about the poet!!

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  15. He was a great writer. Treasure Island was a big success.

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  16. Sweet poem and those swinging years are so special.

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  17. I hadn't heard of this one before. Those wonderful carefree days when our only concern was how high we could go.

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  18. I do not remember this poem but I sure remember the joy (and fun) of swinging. I used to love the swings. But, it has been a long time!! I am so very behind in blog reading and notice here you were on a break. Well, welcome back and I'm glad to be catching up a bit. Perfect timing:)

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