If you haven't the push-cart mind, can't nose your way in amongst, out ahead of your competitors, buffeting them aside, dumping them over, if need be, driving up to the curb, first and foremost and loudest, hawking your wares ten times louder than they and selling them ten times cheaper -- squeezing them down, choking them bankrupt -- a cent against a dime, a dime against a dollar -- and can't escape the hundred-eyed, hundred-eared minion of the law who's with you if you win, but God help you if you lose: New York, the sublimation of Hester Street, will hardly be the place with a pocket-book like yours for you to buy a coffin to be buried in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN ANGLER'S WISH by HENRY VAN DYKE RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HERACLES AND MELEAGER by BACCHYLIDES CORSICA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE DRUG-SHOP, OR, ENDYMION IN EDMONSTOUN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS POEMS, FOR CHLORIS by ROBERT BURNS ON A DAMASK ROSE STICKING UPON A LADY'S BREAST by THOMAS CAREW |