We are happy all the time Even when we fight: Sweet briars of the stairways, Gay fairies of the grime; WE, WHO ARE PLAYING TO-NIGHT. "Our feet are in the gutters, Our eyes are sore with dust, But still our eyes are bright. The wide street roars and mutters -- We know it works because it must -- WE, WHO ARE PLAYING TO-NIGHT! "Dirt is everlasting. -- We never, never fear it. Toil is never ceasing. -- We will play until we near it. Tears are never ending. -- When once real tears have come; "When we see our people as they are -- Our fathers -- broken, dumb -- Our mothers -- broken, dumb -- The weariest of women and of men; Ah -- then our eyes will lose their light -- Then we will never play again -- WE, WHO ARE PLAYING TO-NIGHT." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH (1) by MAXWELL BODENHEIM HAARLEM HEIGHTS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN ECHOES OF SPRING: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND |