Block City Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Block City
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home.
Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,
There I'll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.
Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.
This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors on board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things!
The poem reminds us of our childhood activities involving imagination and amazing ideas. Marvelous poem by a great poet.
A beautifully crafted poem by Robert Louis Stevenson... Onto my poem list............
A wonderful playful write from the imagination? .......a home in a home Robert!
Block City- a nice poem that reminds us of our childhood activities. As of now, my grand daughter's thoughts must be similar to yours, as expressed in the poem.
Rain may keep raining! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A childhood fascination of using building blocks to shape castles, palaces, temples, docks and so on has been beautifully put into a poem
see on the steps of my palace, the kings Coming and going with presents and things! a very fine poem. tony
A wonderful poem that brings out the importance and beauty of a home and the wonders of childhood. Cleverly and beautifully written. Onto my Poem List.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem has a great sense of innocence, and makes me think back to when I was about six or seven, and used to make houses and castles out of blocks and furniture. It's an interesting wander down memory lane.
sinead, i see your comment which echoes my own feelings about this poem—it strikes me as a lovely poem aimed primarily for children as others he wrote were. with your so-irish name (and my impression that poetry is passed on through the celtic dna) i went looking to see if you had posted any poems here at ph. may we see some from you in the future? -gk