THE little cart jolting and banging through the yellow haze of dusk. The man pushing behind: the woman pulling in front. They have left the city and do not know where to go. "Green, green, those elm-tree leaves: @3they@1 will cure my hunger, If only we could find some quiet place and sup on them together." The wind has flattened the yellow mother-wort: Above it in the distance they see the walls of a house. "@3There@1 surely must be people living who'll give you something to eat." They tap at the door, but no one comes: they look in, but the kitchen is empty. They stand hesitating in the lonely road and their tears fall like rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CATTLE SHOW by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN LANDSCAPE; TWILIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CONCLUDING VERSES, AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM AN AUTUMNAL MORNING WALK by BERNARD BARTON TO THE GALLIC EAGLE by BERNARD BARTON ON MR. CHURCHILL'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY (NOVEMBER 30, 1944) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |