A. Milne
A. Milne
writing way pounds
They wanted to come in after the pounds", explained Pooh, "so I let them. It's the best way to write poetry, letting things come.
faces dresses glad
His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.
silly views blue
The Dormouse looked out, and he said with a sigh: "I suppose all these people know better than I. It was silly, perhaps, but I did like the view Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
gone busy
Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.
animal violet bunch
He thought how sad it was to be an Animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him.
forgotten winnie-the-pooh-book pooh-bear-friend
I did know once, only I've sort of forgotten.
nihilism said
There must be somebody there, because somebody must have said "Nobody.
mind piglet necks
Christopher Robin ... just said it had an "x."' 'It isn't their necks I mind,' said Piglet earnestly. 'It's their teeth.
danger snail heard
James gave the huffle of a snail in danger. And nobody heard him at all.
summer listening afternoon
It was a drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to Pooh, 'Don't listen to Rabbit, listen to me.' So he got in a comfortable position for not listening to Rabbit.
talking waiting owl
Owl explained about the Necessary Dorsal Muscles. He had explained this to Pooh and Christopher Robin once before and had been waiting for a chance to do it again, because it is a thing you can easily explain twice before anybody knows what you are talking about.
love inspirational i-miss-you
If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.
morning hair rose
I suppose that by this time they had finished their dressing. Roger Scurvilegs tells us nothing on such important matters; no doubt from modesty. "Next morning they rose," he says, and disappoints us of a picture of Udo brushing his hair.
doors piglet letters
Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.