Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HUNGER, by LYLE BARTSCHER First Line: Behind the prison bars of mind Last Line: My heart is beating with his cane. Subject(s): Poverty | ||||||||
Behind the prison bars of mind, There is a caged thing in my breast, A numb and hungry thing that beats -- I cannot let it stop to rest. We are two wanderers alone, My heart and I -- my soul is dead! It could not live in poverty. It had to have its shrine and God, A prayer, a bird-song overheard. In vain I tried to catch and hold The beautiful for which I cried; But eyes which are so hunger filled Are blind. Far better that it died. Upon the midnight city street, We walk and feel the beating rain; An old man passed with halting steps, My heart is beating with his cane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEALTH OF THE DESTITUTE by DENISE LEVERTOV EMPTY PITCHFORKS by THOMAS LUX FUNERAL SERVICE by EVE MERRIAM A SMALL COUNTRY by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA DOCUMENTAL by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA NOTES ON POVERTY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH PENCIL STUB JOURNALS: CHOICES by JOHN CIARDI AT LAST WE KILLED THE ROACHES by LUCILLE CLIFTON REMINISCENCE by LYLE BARTSCHER |
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