According to the Scottish Poetry Library it is Robert Louis Stevenson Day – apparently he was born on this day in 1850. I have a special fondness for his poems in the ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses’ and am slowly gathering a collection of editions.
I’ve been out for a curry tonight and so am rather stuffed (check out the forthcoming post) so I thought I would let you have a read of one of his poems which the Scottish Poetry Library are currently promoting – if you really like it a free, beautifully-illustrated postcard of this poem can be obtained from them to display and inspire you but here is the poem in the meantime and it’s rather apt for an evening post!
Escape at Bedtime by Robert Louis Stevenson
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.
There ne’er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
Nor of people in church or the Park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
And that glittered and winked in the dark.
The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shown in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars going round in my head.