If a literary critic were to get his hands on this poem, he would emphasize the tragic pattern -- marriage at the outset followed by an inevitable decline into isolation and soul-death. Needless to say, I myself identify not with the farmer but with the cheese. Velveeta it probably was, a big shapeless orange block, because no fancy aristocratic European cheeses were known to those of us who grew up in the PS schoolyard.
A sad cheese, inanimate, excluded from society, last chosen, least loved. Has there ever been in the history of poetry a more mournful note than "the cheese stands alone? In recompense it's too late for an apology let us remember, three quarters of a century later, that cheeses have feelings too. And for the curious, a "dell" is "a small valley in a wooded area, tucked away from the rest of civilization.
Concrete sidewalks, chain-link fences, yes. Dells no. Delis, but not dells. November 13, in Autobiography , Poetry Permalink. Posted by:. The letters and numbers you entered did not match the image. Please try again. My dog is having a great time playing with all the other dogs. Jeff: Yeah. Your dog is having the best time. Jeff: Nah. This excerpt is from a photo caption.
Number of participants: Nine kids What players will need: To know the song Length of time: Five to ten minutes. Rules of the game: One person takes on the role of the farmer. The rest of the children form a circle around him and sing "The Farmer in the Dell. The rest of the kids continue singing. Search Advanced search…. Members Current visitors.
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