STRAW in the street where I pass to-day Dulls the sound of the wheels and feet. 'Tis for a failing life they lay Straw in the street. Here, where the pulses of London beat, Someone strives with the Presence grey ; Ah, is it victory or defeat ? The hurrying people go their way, Pause and jostle and pass and greet ; For life, for death, are they treading, say Straw in the street ? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INEVITABLE by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON SEA GODS: 2 by HILDA DOOLITTLE CHILD AND MOTHER by EUGENE FIELD GYPSY MAN by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER ON THE PICTURE OF LUCRETIA STABBING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES |