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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUFFERING, by ALBERT EHRENSTEIN
First Line: How am I hitched
Last Line: My head was of black earth.
Subject(s): Aging
First Line: How am I hitched
Last Line: My head was of black earth.
Subject(s): Aging
How am I hitched
To the coal-wagon of my mourning!
Loathsome as a spider
Time creeps over me.
My hair falls out,
My head greys, like a field
Where the last reaper
Swings his sickle.
Sleep darkens about my limbs.
Already in dreams I have died,
Grass sprang out of my skull,
My head was of black earth.
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