We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?
“Come buy,” call the goblins
Hobbling down the glen.
“Oh,” cried Lizzie, “Laura, Laura,
You should not peep at goblin men.”
Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), Goblin Market.
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When I saw the title of this article, my heart skipped to the beat of hurrah – this is one of my all time favourite poems. Love the illustrations.
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I think there are a few Goblin Men in the park near me! 😉
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Oh dear – that’s why I always carry a huge brolly with a big point on the end – there is nothing sadder than watching a Goblin Man hobbling away with his tail between his legs!
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It’s also extremely good advice…perhaps it should be printed on a t-shirt for the benefit of all.
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I must get me one of those 🙂
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Good work.
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Thank you 🙂
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Ooh, Brian Froud just keeps on and on being amazing 🙂
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Absolutely. It’s time he made another film x
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Ooh, just have to stop by and say “yeah” and thanks! Poetry and goblins and art, oh my. Do you peruse the on-line magazine “Goblin Fruit”? (full disclosure: they have published a couple of my poems)… I can’t help but like things goblin-y and dark. Thank you for indulging.
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Hi, thanks for stopping by and commenting. Glad you like the post – that ezine sounds right up my street so I’ll check it out thanks for the tip-off xx
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[…] My fine fellow blogger, Crazy Goblin managed to catch me before I made it to safe ground so now I must answer his questions – because you know what Christina Rossetti said about Goblin Men… […]
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