Reflections through the looking glass

 

Reflections through the looking glass

 
Alice, look. Alice. Look. Alice, Look!
Alice! Look! ALICE!
Look into the mirror. What do I see?
Walk into the mirror. Oh how can this be?
Is this real, or is this a dream?
Things are not always quite what they seem.
It's all very strange, though I've talked of chess
I've not encountered
talking chess-men I confess.
There on the table lies a strange foreign book
It talks about the ykcowrebbaJ? But if you look
Hold the pages to the looking glass and all shall
be revealed: The poem called the Jabberwocky
therein lies concealed.
 
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'……
Snicker snack, snicker-snack!
He went galumphing back
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back (so it seems).
Here in the garden with all that is green
Such lovely flowers I've never seen
Oh pretty Tiger-Lily, I do wish you'd replied
Of course we flowers talk but here the Queen
comes, we must hide.
 
To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said
"I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head.
Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they
be, come dine with the Red Queen,
the White Queen and Me!"
Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,
And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran:
Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea--
And welcome Queen Alice
with thirty-times-three!
 
I looked into the mirror.
To see what I could see?
Since I walked into the mirror.
Strange things are happening to me.
Am I real, or just someone's dream?
How did I so suddenly get crowned as the
queen? Is this real, or is this a dream?
Things are not always quite what they seem.
I dine with the Red Queen, she is so perplexing
She only speaks in riddles
And I find her very vexing
"O Looking-Glass creatures," quoth Alice, "draw
near! 'Tis an honour to see me, a favour to hear:
'Tis a privilege high to have dinner and tea
Along with the Red Queen,
the White Queen, and Me!"
Then fill up the glasses with treacle and ink,
Or anything else that is pleasant to drink:
Mix sand with the cider, and wool with the wine--
And welcome Queen Alice
with ninety-times-nine!
 
Wake up, Alice. Wake up. Alice. Wake up, Alice!
Wake up! Alice! WAKE UP!
I look into the mirror. My image looks at me.
I walked into the mirror. Oh how could this be?
Is this real, or is this a dream?
Things are not always quite what they seem.
It's not real; Its only a dream?
Things are not always quite what they seem.
(so it seemed).
Lewis Carroll & Rachel Sag