The Land of Nod by (listen online)

Subject: RE: The Land of Nod by (listen online)
From: GUEST,Jim clark london.england
Date: 30 Mar 04 - 04:58 AM

No not you Noddy

Subject: RE: The Land of Nod by (listen online)
From: GUEST,noddy
Date: 30 Mar 04 - 04:04 AM

I thought it was about Me!

Subject: The Land of Nod by (listen online)
From: GUEST,Jim clark london.england
Date: 30 Mar 04 - 01:21 AM

What an amazing man Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894) was this Scottish born writer of Novels, poetry, essays and travel literature managed incredibly to leave behind him one of the greatest of all literary legacies before his premature death from a brain tumour aged just 44...

This delightful little poem by him gave the English language an expression that is still in common use today "The land of nod" often used to ridicule those who appear to be lacking the appropriate level of attention.

To Stevenson "The land of nod" is the nightmarish lonely journey that all of us young or old must travel through in our more restless nights of sleep. How true it is that in the morning after our nightmares we can rarely recall the macabre events like the curious music that were the cause of our unease..

Here is the link to the page where you can listen online to this and many other classic and original poems set to music..

The land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson ( Sound poem set to musilisten online)


Regards..

Jim Clark
PS..Dont forget you can if you prefer listen to my sound poems at my Yahoo "sound poetry" web groups (look in "files") heres that link..
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bloozman_uk/
You can listen to this particular poem in my second yahoo "Soundpoemz" sound poetry group heres that link..
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/soundpoemz/

All rights are reserved on this sound recording/copyright/patent Jim Clark 2004
The Land of Nod


From breakfast on through all the day
At home amongst my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.