Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I GREET THEM LUSTILY, by C. K. TOREN First Line: I saunter along the back streets Last Line: I greet them the same and with immeasurable joy. Subject(s): Greetings | ||||||||
I saunter along the back streets and rub shoulders with the crowd. I clasp their rough hands in mine and greet them lustily. I take off my coat and walk sleeves rolled with them. I spit into the gutter and laugh heartily with the logger. I like such men. They are natural. I like their easy swing of the hips. I like their boisterous greeting and their unassuming loyalty. It doesn't matter to me where they come from, if they hail from the slopes of the Andes or the rough bare hills of Hungary, the festered centres of populated China, the teeming ancient, mystical India, or the cold ice fields of Alaska. I greet them the same and with immeasurable joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD ON THE NEW YEAR by JANE BOWDLER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. OFF GASPE by EDWARD CARPENTER A NEW YEAR GREETING by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS MORNING by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER THE WELCOMING by THEODOSIA (PICKERING) GARRISON AN OLD-FASHIONED WELCOME by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST MY WELCOME by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL TO LORD DUNSANY (ON HIS RETURN FROM EAST AFRICA) by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE THE PASSING OF YEGOR by C. K. TOREN |
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