Size And Tears

When on the sandy shore I sit,
Beside the salt sea-wave,
And fall into a weeping fit
Because I dare not shave -
A little whisper at my ear
Enquires the reason of my fear.

I answer "If that ruffian Jones
Should recognise me here,
He'd bellow out my name in tones
Offensive to the ear:
He chaffs me so on being stout
(A thing that always puts me out)."

Ah me! I see him on the cliff!
Farewell, farewell to hope,
If he should look this way, and if
He's got his telescope!
To whatsoever place I flee,
My odious rival follows me!

For every night, and everywhere,
I meet him out at dinner;
And when I've found some charming fair,
And vowed to die or win her,
The wretch (he's thin and I am stout)
Is sure to come and cut me out!

The girls (just like them!) all agree
To praise J. Jones, Esquire:
I ask them what on earth they see
About him to admire?
They cry "He is so sleek and slim,
It's quite a treat to look at him!"

They vanish in tobacco smoke,
Those visionary maids -
I feel a sharp and sudden poke
Between the shoulder-blades -
"Why, Brown, my boy! Your growing stout!"
(I told you he would find me out!)

"My growth is not YOUR business, Sir!"
"No more it is, my boy!
But if it's YOURS, as I infer,
Why, Brown, I give you joy!
A man, whose business prospers so,
Is just the sort of man to know!

"It's hardly safe, though, talking here -
I'd best get out of reach:
For such a weight as yours, I fear,
Must shortly sink the beach!" -
Insult me thus because I'm stout!
I vow I'll go and call him out!

by Lewis Carroll

Comments (12)

Wonderful narrative with a bit of analysis of human nature. Thanks.
A sad but amazing poem. It vividly conveys the predicament of being bullied. Always in constant fear. Very timely. We have so much cases about bullying.
A man who is paranoid with the feeling of permanently being stalked. Maybe is it Carroll's alter ego. Finally he ends the poem in rage by sinking the beach and because is he is stout therefore he calls his stalker out. His Jabberwocky is a wild piece. This one can be found in his Alice in Wonderful which is one of spaciest pieces ever written.
A little whisper at my ear Enquires the reason of my fear. A nice poem to read.
there is great rythom in every words I have read. Loved that indeed...
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