"whatmustidotoearnmybreadbypoetry?"
"youcandothatbeforeshrovetuesday.huntthepoets!killtheirwritingsandthusyouwillkillthem.don'tbeputoutofcountenance.strikeatthemboldly,andyou'llhavecarnivalcake,onwhichyoucansupportyourselfandyourwifetoo."
"whatonecaninvent!"criedtheyoungman.andsohehitoutboldlyateverysecondpoet,becausehecouldnotbeapoethimself.
wehaveitfromthewisewoman.sheknowswhatonecaninvent.
theend.
1872
fairytalesofhanschristianandersen
whatthemoonsaw
byhanschristianandersenintroduction
introduction
itisastrangething,whenifeelmostferventlyandmostdeeply,myhandsandmytongueseemaliketied,sothaticannotrightlydescribeoraccuratelyportraythethoughtsthatarerisingwithinme;andyetiamapainter;myeyetellsmeasmuchasthat,andallmyfriendswhohaveseenmysketchesandfanciessaythesame.
iamapoorlad,andliveinoneofthenarrowestoflanes;butidonotwantforlight,asmyroomishighupinthehouse,withanextensiveprospectovertheneighbouringroofs.duringthefirstfewdaysiwenttoliveinthetown,ifeltlow-spiritedandsolitaryenough.insteadoftheforestandthegreenhillsofformerdays,ihadhereonlyaforestofchimney-potstolookoutupon.andthenihadnotasinglefriend;notonefamiliarfacegreetedme.
sooneeveningisatatthewindow,inadespondingmood;andpresentlyiopenedthecasementandlookedout.oh,howmyheartleapedupwithjoy!