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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Every summer night of my childhood, my mom used to read me this poem until I could tell it back to her from memory. I love it so much, and since we all seemed to be in the poetry-analyzing mood today in class, I've decided to share it with you all. Here it is:

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (Dutch Lullaby)

by Eugene Field (1850-1895)

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea---
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.


We could relate this poem to class, if we so chose, by looking at the relationship between nature and the character(s) in the poem. The stars are herring fish in the vast sea of space through which Wynken, Blynken and Nod sail in their dreams. The moon laughs and sort of welcomes them into his domain, but he is old and wise. He merely sings them a song while they fish, never really being able to capture the stars in their nets, no matter how the nets have been made.


This just brings me back. Every time. :)

1 comment:

CatherineJ said...

Emily, I love that poem too. I remember it from my childhood. Thanks for sharing it. Did you ever read the poems of Shel Silverstein when you were little? Those were also a favorite at my house when we were growing up.