IN languid, after-luncheon mood, To-day I watched you in the throng. My mild, appraising eye pursued The crude incitements unto food Upon the signs you bore along. "Big Oyster Stews" and "Six Large Raw" And "Pepper-hash and Crackers Free" Upon your swaying signs I saw, And marveled that your drooping jaw So lean and lantern-like should be. Ah! brother, when the evening bell Rings curfew to this toil of thine, I hope one stew, warm, rich of smell And grateful to the tongue, may dwell Betwixt thy wishbone and thy spine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD by WILLIAM DAVENANT ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SAND-MAN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MAIZE by WILLIAM WHITEMAN FOSDICK MUSIC OF NATURE by E. JUSTINE BAYARD MY NEW CLAM by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 4. THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |