The Painted Ceiling

 My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house
With a great many windows and doors,
There are stairs that go up, and stairs that go down,
And such beautiful, slippery floors.
But of all of the rooms, even mother's and mine, And the bookroom, and parlour and all, I like the green dining-room so much the best Because of its ceiling and wall.
Right over your head is a funny round hole With apples and pears falling through; There's a big bunch of grapes all purply and sweet, And melons and pineapples too.
They tumble and tumble, but never come down Though I've stood underneath a long while With my mouth open wide, for I always have hoped Just a cherry would drop from the pile.
No matter how early I run there to look It has always begun to fall through; And one night when at bedtime I crept in to see, It was falling by candle-light too.
I am sure they are magical fruits, and each one Makes you hear things, or see things, or go Forever invisible; but it's no use, And of course I shall just never know.
For the ladder's too heavy to lift, and the chairs Are not nearly so tall as I need.
I've given up hope, and I feel I shall die Without having accomplished the deed.
It's a little bit sad, when you seem very near To adventures and things of that sort, Which nearly begin, and then don't; and you know It is only because you are short.

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - The Painted CeilingEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...

Top Amy Lowell Poems

Analysis and Comments on The Painted Ceiling

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem The Painted Ceiling here.