JABOWSKY'S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls. When I passed the window a month ago, there rested in proud isolation: A family bible with hasps of brass twisted off, a wooden clock with pendulum gone, And a porcelain crucifix with the glaze nicked where the left elbow of Jesus is represented. I passed to-day and they were all there, resting in proud isolation, the clock and the crucifix saying no more and no less than before, and a yellow cat sleeping in a patch of sun alongside the family bible with the hasps off. Only the rain washes the dusty three balls in front of Jabowsky's place on a side street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |