The Lamplighter Comments

Twice chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as The Modern Poem Of The Day. CONGRATULATIONS! Most deseerving and again TOP Marks! Thank you for sharing

OK, I guess I can NOT send a message to Robert, ....wherever he may be. RIP.

And, as a kid, and later a father, I've lived where Santa Claus (and his reindeer) and The Easter Bunny have visited once a year. : ) bri

In my lifetime I've lived in houses to which coal (for my parents' furnace) , milk (for the household) , & washable diapers (for my daughter) have been delivered. : )

***** FIVE STARS I think I've watched movies of Treasure Island and Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde. bri : ) bri : )

'1890, he settled in Samoa where, alarmed at increasing European and American influence in the South Sea islands, his writing turned away from romance and adventure fiction toward a darker realism. He died of a stroke in his island home in 1894 at age 44.[2]'

'Robert Louis Stevenson (born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson; 13 November 1850 - 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, essayist, poet and travel writer. He is best known for works such as Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped and A Child's Garden of Verses.'

FOUR: Perfect choice of PoemHunter And Team to have chosen this as The Modern Poem Of The Day! Congratulations to the family of the late Poet RLS

THREE: It dates from a time when street lights still had to be turned on one by one. Loveliest poem to be read and imagined

TWO: every evening he awaits Leerie to put on the lamps in his street, with a lamp in front of his door the little boy feels the excitement coming, the poet describes the small happiness and enjoyment of a little boy,

ONE: So sweetly described what the lamplighter does every evening he comes by again. A poem about the greatest feeling of being happy and enjoyment in the world of a little boy,

Such a beautiful poem. Reading this poem I could think of many people who brought cheers to lonly life of anybody confined to home. Milk man, washer man, short friendly visit of neighbors. All is transformed in twenty first century life.

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I like the poem with out sound.

I have always wanted a yard lamp, that an animated figure of the lamplighter, that as dusk comes, the lamplighter comes out, and lights it, with a repeat as the dawn comes, only then he snuffs it out.

I loved this poem as a little child and could envisage RL looking out of his bedroom window, he was a sickly little boy, I am 75 now and still love this poem which encapsulates for me my Scottish childhood in Prestwick. I recommend a child's garden of verses truly magical to a child..

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Lamplighters went on foot. No horses for them - not in 19th century or even 20th century Edinburgh. But it's a very evocative wee poem.

My mother stopped at the bed of each of her children and asked what poem she should tell just for them. I most always asked for The Lamplighter. Mo mother was 92 years old when she died in my arms as I was reciting The Lamplighter to her. I could never forget a single word.

Romaticism? Don't know anything about it. I do know however that RLS was a sickly child, often ill and therefore confined to his room and bed. I think the key to this poem is in the line But I, when I am stronger. The child is telling us that he is ill and that being so condemns him to a dreary, very lonely existence, with little humn comfort, so much so that the simple clip clop of the horse's shoes on the cobbles outside brings excitement in the knowledge that the lamplighter is coming. He yearns just to be noticed by another human being - to relieve his dreadful boredom - and that even a nod of acknowledgement from the leerie would bring him comfort. A brilliant sketch, in three short verses, of a very meaningful period in the life of RLS himself. magical and sad at the same time.