A Child's Garden

By Rudyard Kipling

R. L. Stevenson - The Muse Among the Motors (1900-1930) Now there is nothing wrong with me Except, I think it's called T.B. And that is why I have to lay Out in the garden all the day. Our garden is not very wide, And cars go by on either side, And make an angry-hooty noise That rather startles little boys. But worst of all is when they take Me out in cars that growl and shake, With charabancs so dreadful-near I have to shut my eyes for fear. But when I'm on my back again, I watch the Croydon aeroplane That flies across to France, and sings Like hitting thick piano-strings. When I am strong enough to do The things I'm truly wishful to, I'll never use a car or train But always have an aeroplane; And just go zooming round and round, And frighten Nursey with the sound, And see the angel-side of clouds, And spit on all those motor-crowds!

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Language: English
Keywords: Public Domain
Source: Public Domain Collection
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Analysis & Notes:
Stevenson's poem is a poignant blend of whimsicality and melancholy, masterfully capturing the perspective of a child suffering from tuberculosis (referred to as T.B. in the poem). The child is confined to his garden and is both fascinated and fearful of the modern technologies of cars and aeroplanes that surround him - serving as a commentary on the effects of industrialization.

The theme of sickness and convalescence is immediately introduced, establishing a somber tone. Despite the bleakness of this theme, it is counterbalanced by a childlike innocence and whimsy throughout the poem, particularly in the child's imaginative vision of flying and escaping his confined situation. The poem progresses from the child's irritation with the noisy, intrusive cars to his awe at the aeroplane that "sings / Like hitting thick piano-strings."

The poem employs simple rhymes and a regular meter, reflecting a child's voice and viewpoint. The contrast between the peaceful garden and the intrusive, noisy cars, and the child's fascination with the aeroplane, illustrates the dichotomy between the natural world and the encroaching industrial age. Notably, the poem ends on a note of rebellion against modernity as the child fantasizes about using a plane to "spit on all those motor-crowds." The poem is not just a snapshot of a child's experience, but a critique of the disruptive influence of technology.