The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde Every afternoon,
As they were coming home from school,
The children used to go and play in the giant's garden.
It was a large,
Lovely garden with soft green grass.
Here and there,
Over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars,
And there were 12 peach trees that in the springtime broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl,
And in the autumn bore rich fruit.
The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them.
How happy we are here,
They cried to each other.
One day the giant came back.
He had been to visit his friend,
The Cornish Ogre,
And had stayed with him for seven years.
After the seven years were over,
He had said all that he had to say,
For his conversation was limited,
And he determined to return to his own castle.
When he arrived,
He saw the children playing in the garden.
What are you doing here?
He cried in a very gruff voice,
And the children ran away.
My own garden is my own garden,
Said the giant.
Anyone can understand that,
And I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.
So he built a high wall all around it and put a notice board.
Trespassers will be prosecuted.
He was a very selfish giant.
The poor children had now nowhere to play.
They tried to play on the road,
But the road was very dusty and full of hard stones,
And they did not like it.
They used to wander around the high walls when their lessons were over and talk about the beautiful garden inside.
How happy we were there,
They said to each other.
Then the spring came,
And all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds.
Only in the garden of the selfish giant,
It was still winter.
The birds did not care to sing in it,
As there were no children,
And the trees forgot to blossom.
Once,
A beautiful flower put its head out from the grass,
But when it saw the notice board,
It was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again and went off to sleep.
The only people who were pleased were the snow and the frost.
Spring has forgotten this garden,
They cried,
So we will live here all year round.
The snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak,
And the frost painted all the trees silver.
Then they invited the north wind to stay with them.
He was wrapped in furs,
And he roared all day about the garden,
And blew the chimney pots down.
This is a delightful spot,
He said.
We must ask the hail on a visit.
So the hail came.
Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates,
And then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go.
He was dressed in grey,
And his breath was like ice.
I cannot understand why the spring is so late in coming,
Said the selfish giant as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold,
White garden.
I hope there will be a change in the weather.
But the spring never came,
Nor the summer.
The autumn gave golden fruit to every garden,
But to the giant's garden she gave none.
He is too selfish,
She said.
So it was always winter there,
And the north wind and the hail and the frost and the snow danced about through the trees.
One morning the giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music.
It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the king's musicians passing by.
It was,
Really,
Only a little lunette singing outside his window.
But it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world.
Then the hail stopped dancing over his head,
And the north wind ceased roaring,
And a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement.
I believe the spring has come at last,
He said,
And he jumped out of bed and looked out.
What did he see?
He saw a most wonderful sight.
Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in,
And they were sitting in the branches of the trees.
In every tree that he could see there was a little child,
And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads.
The birds were flying about and twittering with delight,
And the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing.
It was a lovely scene.
Only in one corner it was still winter.
It was the farthest corner of the garden,
And in it was standing a little boy.
He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree,
And he was wandering around it crying bitterly.
The poor tree was still covered with frost and snow,
And the north wind was blowing and roaring above it.
Climb up,
Little boy,
Said the tree,
And it bent its branches downward as low as it could,
But the boy was too tiny.
And the giant's heart melted as he looked out.
How selfish I have been,
He said.
Now I know why the spring would not come here.
I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree,
And then I will knock down the wall,
And my garden shall be the children's playground forever and ever.
He was really very sorry for what he had done.
So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly and went out into the garden.
But when the children saw him,
They were so frightened that they all ran away,
And the garden became winter again.
Only the little boy did not run,
For his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the giant coming.
And the giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand and put him up into the tree.
And the tree broke at once into blossom,
And the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the giant's neck.
Then came the spring,
And the other children,
When they saw that the giant was not wicked any longer,
Came running back.
The boy put him to the tree.
It is your garden now,
Little children,
Said the giant,
And he took a great axe and knocked down the wall.
And when the people were going to market at twelve o'clock,
They found the giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.
All day long they played,
And in the evening they came to the giant to bid him goodbye.
But where is your little companion,
He said.
The boy I put into the tree.
The giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.
We don't know,
Answered the children.
He has gone away.
You must tell him to be sure and come here tomorrow,
Said the giant.
But the children said they did not know where he lived,
And he had never seen him before.
And the giant felt very sad.
Every afternoon,
When school was over,
Children came and played with the giant.
But the little boy whom the giant loved was never seen again.
The giant was very kind to all the children.
Yet he longed for his first little friend,
And often spoke of him.
How I would like to see him,
He used to say.
Years went over,
And the giant grew very old and feeble.
He could not play about anymore,
So he sat in a huge armchair and watched the children at their games and admired his garden.
I have many beautiful flowers,
He said.
But the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.
One winter morning,
He looked out of his window as he was dressing.
He did not hate the winter now,
For he knew that it was merely the spring asleep and that the flowers were resting.
Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder and looked and looked.
It certainly was a marvelous sight.
In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree,
Quite covered with lovely white blossoms.
Its branches were all golden and silver fruit hung down from them,
And underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.
Downstairs ran the giant in great joy,
And out into the garden.
He hastened across the grass and came near to the child.
And when he drew close,
His face grew red with anger,
And he said,
Who hath dared to wound thee?
For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails,
And the prints of two nails were on his little feet.
Who hath dared to wound thee?
Cried the giant.
Tell me,
That I may take my big sword and slay him.
Nay,
Answered the child,
But these are the wounds of love.
Who art thou?
Said the giant,
And a strange awe fell on him,
And he knelt before the little child.
And the child smiled on the giant and said to him,
You let me play once in your garden.
Today you shall come with me to my garden,
Which is paradise.
And when the children ran in that afternoon,
They found the giant lying dead under the tree,
All covered with white blossoms.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held,
Even when I let go.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I belong to this stillness.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held,
Even when I let go.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I belong to this stillness.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held,
Even when I let go.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I belong to this stillness.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I belong to this stillness.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held,
Even when I let go.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
Even when I let go.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I belong to this stillness.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
Even when I let go.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I belong to this stillness.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held.
Even when I let go.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
I can rest without guarding.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
I can rest without guarding.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I belong to this stillness.
Safety.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
I can rest without guarding.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I belong to this stillness.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held,
Even when I let go.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I belong to this stillness.
Safety.
I am safe here,
In this quiet moment.
The night wraps around me like a gentle blanket.
I am held,
Even when I let go.
Nothing is chasing me.
Nothing is asking anything of me.
My body is allowed to soften,
Completely.
I am supported by the earth beneath me.
I can rest without guarding.
The darkness is kind and it protects me.
Every breath reminds me that I am safe.
I loosen my grip on what I cannot.
The conversations are over now.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
I forgive myself for being human today.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
I release the weight of the day.
The conversations are over now.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
I release the weight of the day.
The conversations are over now.
The striving can pause.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
I forgive myself for being human today.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
I release the weight of the day.
The conversations are over now.
The striving can pause.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
I release the weight of the day.
The conversations are over now.
The striving can pause.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
I forgive myself for being human today.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
I release the weight of the day.
The conversations are over now.
The striving can pause.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
I forgive others and allow them to rest.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
I release the weight of the day.
The conversations are over now.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
I release the weight of the day.
The conversations are over now.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
I forgive myself for being human today.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
The conversations are over now.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
I forgive myself for being human today.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
I release the weight of the day.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
The conversations are over now.
I soften around every unfinished thing.
I forgive others and allow them to rest.
Even the busy parts of me may sleep.
My body knows how to repair itself.
My nervous system unwinds layer by layer.
Sleep is healing me in ways I cannot see.
Every cell in my body is renewing.
I drift into deeper waves of red.
I am returning home to self.
My nervous system unwinds layer by layer.
My nervous system unwinds layer by layer.
My nervous system unwinds layer by layer.
My nervous system unwinds layer by layer.
My body knows how to repair itself.
My nervous system unwinds layer by layer.
My nervous system unwinds layer by layer.
My body knows how to repair itself.
My body knows how to repair itself.
My body knows how to repair itself.
My body knows how to repair itself.
