Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

My Fancy - Poem by Lewis Carroll

I painted her a gushing thing,
With years about a score;
I little thought to find they were
A least a dozen more;
My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
A curly auburn head:
I came to find the blue a green,
The auburn turned to red.

She boxed my ears this morning,
They tingled very much;
I own that I could wish her
A somewhat lighter touch;
And if you ask me how
Her charms might be improved,
I would not have them added to,
But just a few removed!

She has the bear's ethereal grace,
The bland hyaena's laugh,
The footstep of the elephant,
The neck of a giraffe;
I love her still, believe me,
Though my heart its passion hides;
"She's all my fancy painted her,"
But oh! how much besides!


Comments about My Fancy by Lewis Carroll

  • Rebecca Navarre (10/11/2016 12:33:00 AM)


    ps, Haven't had tears of laughter in a long time! And this is Perfect for Such! ! ! Thank You Poem Hunter for
    having This! ! !
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  • Rebecca Navarre (10/11/2016 12:12:00 AM)


    Simply Precious! ! ! Wonderfully done! ! ! (Yes!) Very Humorous! ! ! Love! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (10/10/2016 4:51:00 PM)


    I need help.... I fell off my chair laughing. I haven't had such fun in a long time. I will not analyze, I will not ponder, I will not examine rhythm or rhyme. Mine is just to read and enjoy! ! ! (Report) Reply

    Rebecca Navarre Rebecca Navarre (10/11/2016 12:15:00 AM)

    I Really Love Your comments on this! ! !

  • Mizzy ........ (10/10/2016 2:28:00 PM)


    Brilliant write.....will funny! (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O'brian (10/10/2016 12:41:00 PM)


    It would be sexist to imagine that there can only be inordinately male-dominated relationships. This piece, in the vein of Carroll's humor, envisions an inordinately female-dominated relationship, and what the perspective of the man who lives within that relationship might be of his physically dominant partner.

    There is also, if I am inferring correctly, the suggestion that there is so much more to a person than that which we initially see when we enter into a relationship, and it is not always apparent what will unfold in the future.

    I know not enough of Carroll's other writings to intelligently conclude anything about his view of women as a whole. The character of this piece's female subject is not un-reminiscent of the Red Queen. If this is an ongoing pattern in his other works, then I would have to conclude that Mr. Carroll did have a pathologic (purposefully employed) view of women.
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  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (10/10/2016 12:34:00 PM)


    She has the bear's ethereal grace,
    The bland hyaena's laugh,
    The footstep of the elephant,
    The neck of a giraffe;
    I love her still, believe me,
    Though my heart its passion hides;
    She's all my fancy painted her,
    But oh! how much besides!
    Lewis Carroll has. indeed, painted his muse with fanciful images of animals.
    Yet, he believes that he loves her still. An enigmatic poem that one needs to ponder about.
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  • (10/10/2016 12:16:00 PM)


    The fancy lady belongs to the upper-class society of the time because she ''has the bear's ethereal grace, /The bland hyaena's laugh, /The footstep of the elephant''. The poet chose to draw her using poetical words because she was a symbol of this social class. I suppose that Lewis Carroll wanted to depict the main characteristics of that society while describing the manner in which a woman made an effort to be beautiful, powerful, and formidable while being soulless. The idea of Thomas Aquinas was that the woman is a defective male. Aristotle had the same opinion regarding the women.

    I want to add some lines from Portrait of a Lady, a poem written by American-British poet T. S. Eliot.
    ''Well! and what if she should die some afternoon,
    Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose;
    Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand
    With the smoke coming down above the housetops;
    Doubtful, for a while
    Not knowing what to feel or if I understand
    Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon...''....As a woman I think it's an interesting poem and a lesson at the same time.Voted 10.
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  • Onuora Ilodibe (10/10/2016 11:35:00 AM)


    Beautiful.... Her charms might improved
    I would not have them added to
    But a few removed
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  • (10/10/2016 6:05:00 AM)


    A beautifully conceived wonderful poem penned in lighter vein, thus, making it humorous. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/10/2016 1:26:00 AM)

    Her eyes of blue! !
    I love her still! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (6/19/2016 10:37:00 PM)


    My absolute favorite lines are:

    And if you ask me how
    Her charms might be improved,
    I would not have them added to,
    But just a few removed!

    BRILLIANT!
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  • (7/17/2014 7:28:00 AM)


    I think this is just a silly, humorous piece of nonsense. People are taking it dreadfully seriously: -) (Report) Reply

  • (7/17/2013 6:37:00 AM)


    My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
    A curly auburn head:
    I came to find the blue a green,
    The auburn turned to red.

    These were my favourite. I am your no.1 fan
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  • Sj Holland (7/17/2013 12:39:00 AM)


    I think the last two lines may show how he really felt. Something, however, must have coerced him to compose the descriptions. Maybe annoyance. Maybe restlessness. Once he formed this piece in his mind, it must have shown him just how much he cared for her. Maybe he was amazed that he did really care for her. I wonder if she ever read it? I can't imagine any woman being that flattered by it, though some women would laugh if they were the subject. But how would they feel when they went to bed that night, or months later when the lines came back to them? (Report) Reply

  • (7/17/2012 8:46:00 PM)


    I don't find this poem tainted by perversion in the slightest bit. Boys will be boys, and I think we should leave it at that. I personally think that this writing shows the affection this man feels for his lady, and all the physical flaws that bring out her non-physical perfection. (it's what's on the inside that counts) (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (7/17/2012 4:20:00 PM)


    This is the most misogynistic poem ever written. Carroll should stick to his little girls and leave the women alone.
    The claim that he loves this women despite his vile abuse of her is a species of perversion. There is something deeply corrupt about this poet which does not show in his Alice stories, but is evident in other writings.
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  • (7/17/2012 3:51:00 PM)


    We've become so accustomed to poets gushing over their female subjects, that when a less than flattering tone is employed, hateful motives are attributed to the poet. By treating his lady with thinly veiled scorn, Carroll is showing respect for women as equals; flowery, puffy language would be condescending. (Report) Reply

  • Nick Dunne (7/17/2012 6:40:00 AM)


    a piece of doggerel. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (7/17/2012 5:35:00 AM)


    Very clever but what a sexist poem. What's so amusing? Do you really think that degrading a women, be she fictitious or not, a good thing. Even taken in its historical context with poor Carrol unable to relate to 'real women' it's very mean spirited. Hated it. (Report) Reply

  • (7/17/2012 5:16:00 AM)


    hahaha! only Lewis could write such a venomous piece and still make it sound like poetic justice and flow so beautifully....don of a man...i love hiawathas photographing as the greatest piece of humour ive ever read especially when shared with the art of Arthur B Frost...... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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