Krinken (1129 hits)
Category: Quotes & Stories -> PoetryRating: 0.41 on 30 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Loren (View user info) at 2005-11-21 19:44:20 EST
I finally remembered to do a search for this poem I grew up with -- knowing and loving. All I needed to do was type in "Krinken was a little child," and there it was.
My God I love the Internet for simple things like this, which would not have been simple only a few years ago...
All of a sudden, for a few moments, I was a little girl again, reading for the first time one of the most touching poems I've ever read in my life.
I think, sadly, that not enough people know it and love it as I and my family do. It broke my heart when I was 9, and just broke it again as I re-read it - but it filled my heart up at the same time (many of you can relate I'm sure). It's something I think is worth sharing, because I think it's incredible.
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Krinken
Krinken was a little child,
It was summer when he smiled.
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Stretched its white arms out to him,
Calling, "Sun-child, come to me;
Let me warm my heart with thee!"
But the child heard not the sea,
Calling, yearning evermore
For the summer on the shore.
Krinken on the beach one day
Saw a maiden Nis at play;
On the pebbly beach she played
In the summer Krinken made.
Fair, and very fair, was she,
Just a little child was he.
"Krinken," said the maiden Nis,
"Let me have a little kiss,
Just a kiss, and go with me
To the summer-lands that be
Down within the silver sea."
Krinken was a little child
By the maiden Nis beguiled,
Hand in hand with her went he,
And 'twas summer in the sea.
And the hoary sea and grim
To its bosom folded him--
Clasped and kissed the little form,
And the ocean's heart was warm.
Now the sea calls out no more;
It is winter on the shore,
Winter where that little child
Made sweet summer when he smiled;
Though 'tis summer on the sea
Where with maiden Nis went he,
Summer, summer evermore,
It is winter on the shore,
Winter, winter evermore.
Of the summer on the deep
Come sweet visions in my sleep:
His fair face lifts from the sea,
His dear voice calls out to me,
These my dreams of summer be.
Krinken was a little child,
By the maiden Nis beguiled;
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Reached its longing arms to him,
Crying, "Sun-child, come to me;
Let me warm my heart with thee!"
But the sea calls out no more;
It is winter on the shore,--
Winter, cold and dark and wild;
Krinken was a little child,--
It was summer when he smiled;
Down he went into the sea,
And the winter bides with me.
Just a little child was he.
Eugene Field
User Reviews
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-11-22 18:23:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by FatTony (user info) at 2005-11-22 12:26:03 (#)
Ranking: -2
Wow, the rules of Uber do not apply to Loren.
Copy & paste = automatic -2
Rate the post, not the poster
You guys are fucking brown nosers. Oh Loren! The corn from your shit tastes so sweet!
A poem about a child who has a nice smile drowns in the sea brings a smile to the everyone?
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FatTony isn't supposed to be so bitter - look, if you're gonna drive the FatTony alter, drive it right asshole.
Follow Method, and icarus' example, you deutschbag.
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2005-11-22 14:35:39 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Fat Tony, I could give a shit about a negative rating. Unless of course it means that now I don't win the big prize at the end of the contest.
Submitted by FatTony (user info) at 2005-11-22 12:26:03 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Wow, the rules of Uber do not apply to Loren.
Copy & paste = automatic -2
Rate the post, not the poster
You guys are fucking brown nosers. Oh Loren! The corn from your shit tastes so sweet!
A poem about a child who has a nice smile drowns in the sea brings a smile to the everyone?
Submitted by Fabit (user info) at 2005-11-22 10:40:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Never heard that before. Quite liked it.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-11-22 05:33:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
There appears to be an advert in your post!!
Submitted by antluvdog (user info) at 2005-11-22 01:29:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Love you, Loren.
Submitted by Hookhand (user info) at 2005-11-22 01:19:09 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
The sheer talent you exude when you cut and paste makes me yearn to be next to you and learn everything I can. And then kill you with an emery board.
Submitted by moneyshot (user info) at 2005-11-21 23:42:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
This made me cry. And then I shit my pants. And then I cried some more.
Submitted by Unabonger (user info) at 2005-11-21 23:35:12 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
well thank God you found this piece of art through your long lost memories.
Submitted by FatTony (user info) at 2005-11-21 23:32:51 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Know what this reminded me of? Remember "Meet the Parents" with Robert DiNero, "Never more, never more." How is this poem a nice childhood memory? She fucking dies. She drowns. This made you smile? How nice, killing children and a artsy photo makes everyone all happy about their childhood.
Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2005-11-21 23:17:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
hey man, i didn't say it was good. a few years ago, it would've been -2 as far as i'm concerned. considering what it's up against now, though, it's sadly average.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-11-21 23:15:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Excuse me fat man but you see to have a chicken bone on your chin.
No, not that one.
The other one.
Submitted by FatTony (user info) at 2005-11-21 23:12:50 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Look, I know Loren is a goddess around here, but this sucked. Rate the post, not the poster.
Ooooooooo! Who lives in a Pine apple under the sea!
SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!
Porus, Absorbant and Yellow is he!
SPONGE BOB SQURE PANTIES!
Had she droen the photo, then of course +2 it because the bitch does have talent, but it's a photo
people. Just a photo. No droren, no art, no medium pencil, no Fat Toren love child, it's a shit
post that deserves a -2.
Even I come up with crap better then this.
Submitted by Oleannder (user info) at 2005-11-21 22:23:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Awww, some childhood memories are nice after all.
Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2005-11-21 22:18:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Im not a big fan of peotry unless it has references too farting or groin scratching i lose interest. This was a cute poem but it didnt do much to me, ok i lie i did sctratch myself while reading it.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2005-11-21 22:14:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-11-21 21:57:20 (#)
Ranking: -1
Anyone else remember that childhood classic, "Barnacle Bill"?
It's way better than this.
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If I show you a tit,
If I show you a tit,
Oh will you kiss it?
Spoke the fair young maiden..
I don't give a shit
Just rock my dick
Said Barnacle Bill the sailor!
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-11-21 21:57:20 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Anyone else remember that childhood classic, "Barnacle Bill"?
It's way better than this.
Submitted by Wisher (user info) at 2005-11-21 21:39:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
There's a childhood poem i remember called "The Highwayman" that's kind of haunting and sad like this. Stevie Nicks made a song from it but she changed the story, still a good song. Beautiful picture.
Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2005-11-21 21:11:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by FatTony (user info) at 2005-11-21 20:59:48 (#)
Ranking: -2
Loren, I like you. Really. I don't know why, and I can't explain it. I know you kinda like me too.
BUT WHY IS THIS POSITIVE! Krinken was horney, and she put sand in her vagine and she died. THE END.
Seriouslly, you have talent. You can do better then that guy you was with, who was so stupid not to
check the gas gage on the RV. But, maybe he's a good person. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS ABOUT!
Artsy Fartsy types can be so fucking weird. I swear, if you wasn't the Fartsy type, you'd scratch
your vagina and say this poem sucked! And if the rest of the +2ers didn't love to brown nose you
so fucking much, they'd tell you the God's honest truth. IT SUCKED.
Hun, please email me. Nothing to download, I've got a few questions to ask you (serious, no BS) and I have a Uberexperiment that I think you'd be interested in.
I know when you seen our love child Fat Toren you laughed. Admit it.
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holy shit, i don't think i've ever seen anyone get THIS drunk
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-11-21 21:07:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
even as a child i thought poems like this were crap.
But each to their own.
The only poems I have ever felt valid are the WWI poems of Wilfred Owen.
I. THE PROLOGUE
Patting good-bye, doubtless they told the lad
He'd always show the Hun a brave man's face;
Father would sooner him dead than in disgrace, -
Was proud to see him going, aye, and glad.
Perhaps his mother whimpered how she'd fret
Until he got a nice safe wound to nurse.
Sisters would wish girls too could shoot, charge, curse...
Brothers - would send his favourite cigarette.
Each week, month after month, they wrote the same,
Thinking him sheltered in some Y.M. Hut,
Because he said so, writing on his butt
Where once an hour a bullet missed its aim
And misses teased the hunger of his brain.
His eyes grew old with wincing, and his hand
Reckless with ague. Courage leaked, as sand
From the best sand-bags after years of rain.
But never leave, wound, fever, trench-foot, shock,
Untrapped the wretch. And death seemed still withheld
For torture of lying machinally shelled,
At the pleasure of this world's Powers who'd run amok.
He'd seen men shoot their hands, on night patrol.
Their people never knew. Yet they were vile.
'Death sooner than dishonour, that's the style!'
So Father said.
II. THE ACTION
One dawn, our wire patrol
Carried him. This time, Death had not missed.
We could do nothing but wipe his bleeding cough.
Could it be accident? - Rifles go off...
Not sniped? No. (Later they found the English ball.)
III. THE POEM
It was the reasoned crisis of his soul
Against more days of inescapable thrall,
Against infrangibly wired and blind trench wall
Curtained with fire, roofed in with creeping fire,
Slow grazing fire, that would not burn him whole
But kept him for death's promises and scoff,
And life's half-promising, and both their riling.
IV. THE EPILOGUE
With him they buried the muzzle his teeth had kissed,
And truthfully wrote the Mother, 'Tim died smiling'
Submitted by FatTony (user info) at 2005-11-21 20:59:48 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Loren, I like you. Really. I don't know why, and I can't explain it. I know you kinda like me too.
BUT WHY IS THIS POSITIVE! Krinken was horney, and she put sand in her vagine and she died. THE END.
Seriouslly, you have talent. You can do better then that guy you was with, who was so stupid not to
check the gas gage on the RV. But, maybe he's a good person. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS ABOUT!
Artsy Fartsy types can be so fucking weird. I swear, if you wasn't the Fartsy type, you'd scratch
your vagina and say this poem sucked! And if the rest of the +2ers didn't love to brown nose you
so fucking much, they'd tell you the God's honest truth. IT SUCKED.
Hun, please email me. Nothing to download, I've got a few questions to ask you (serious, no BS) and I have a Uberexperiment that I think you'd be interested in.
I know when you seen our love child Fat Toren you laughed. Admit it.
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2005-11-21 20:17:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
skrapmetal
No.
Thank *you.*
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2005-11-21 20:13:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Thanks for the brain prod; have a +2 for that. Here's one I remembered when I read this. It nay have had something to do with my becoming an engineer (not the train kind, the build stuff kind). I recited this in kindergarten and I still (think I) remember it):
Let it rain, who cares, I've a train upstairs
With a brake that I make from a string sort of thing
Which works in jerks 'cos it drops in the spring
And the wheels all stick so quick
That is seems like a thing that you make with a brake
(not a string).
That's what I do when the day's all wet
It's a good sort of brake but it hasn't worked yet.
-A.A. Milne
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-11-21 20:12:30 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Well, that doesn't make me a bad person.
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2005-11-21 20:11:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
My mom's a reading teacher.
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2005-11-21 20:10:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
AJ - I love it that you remember this poem. Fantastic!
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2005-11-21 20:10:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
JonnyX (user info) at 2005-11-21 19:47:51 (#)
Ranking: 2
HAR HAR LAND CALLED HANA-LEE
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My God, I never made that connection, but it does ring true. Puff made me cry at that age too.
Bravo.
And -- Shlongy, you're such a dick. (No pun intended) Good job! I love consistency.
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2005-11-21 20:03:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy crap... I haven't heard that in years.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-11-21 19:53:40 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
As much as I'd love to rub some kind of exotic, sweet smelling lotion all over your hiney, I can't, in good conscience, give this a positive rating.
Probably because I fell asleep halfway through line 6.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-11-21 19:47:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
HAR HAR LAND CALLED HANA-LEE