Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IT'S THE GYPSY IN ME, by FRANCES BRAGAN RICHMAN First Line: When I am old I hope to sit up nights Last Line: And take no chance on that which sleep might take. Subject(s): Streets; Avenues | ||||||||
When I am old I hope to sit up nights And drink black coffee while the city lights Drop out, and stars I had not seen before Peer through the sky, and call me to the door -- And lure me out upon deserted streets Away from home and comfortable sheets To follow after dreams while yet awake -- And take no chance on that which sleep might take. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHINATOWN BLUES by CLARENCE MAJOR KEEP DRIVING by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE DEEP IN EUROPE by TOMAS TRANSTROMER IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER EVENING SONG ON OUR STREET by DAVID WAGONER ANGLOSAXON STREET by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A STEP AWAY FROM THEM by FRANK O'HARA (1926-1966) |
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