Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TEACHER, by LEONARD FEENEY First Line: I drudge and toil-but I have my hour Last Line: And the grocery store? Subject(s): Aulis, Greece; Endymion; Teaching & Teachers; Troy; Educators; Professors | ||||||||
I drudge and toil -- but I have my hour As I sit in my high-backed chair, With the wide adoring eyes of youth Upon me there. I tell them the tale of the mighty horse That straddled the gates of Troy, And it puts the wonder on Timothy, The grocer's boy. I tell them of fair Endymion Who slept by the mountain stream; And little Hubert, the tinsmith's lad, Begins to dream. And the tale of the winds and the Aulian maid Who died on the golden sands Makes David, the baker's son, look up And wring his hands. Oh, there is a dream that is lightly passed, And one that is ne'er forgot! But what will become of the dreaming lads That I begot? Who'll mend the kettles and pots and pans Forever and ever more? And what will become of the baker's shop, And the grocery store? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CORRESPONDENCE-SCHOOL INSTRUCTOR SAYS GOODBYE TO HIS POETRY STUDENTS by GALWAY KINNELL GRATITUDE TO OLD TEACHERS by ROBERT BLY TWO RAMAGES FOR OLD MASTERS by ROBERT BLY ON FLUNKING A NICE BOY OUT OF SCHOOL by JOHN CIARDI HER MONOLOGUE OF DARK CREPE WITH EDGES OF LIGHT by NORMAN DUBIE OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE SEVERAL MEASURES FOR THE LITTLE LOST by NORMAN DUBIE SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG |
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