I WAS as a sieve for the wind this morning: I hurried to be out of it: Zero weather, merciless and gray ... Yet there on the pave beside the park rail, Leaning toward the brown frozen grass, Stood one so thinly clad, He bit on a wad of paper between his teeth to cover his lips and nose, His jacket was stuffed with newspaper, his shoes with rags ... He was all puffy red and bleary and huddled ... At the same time he was throwing bits of stale bread to some sparrows ... Curious! Was it the extremity of his suffering made him a brother of life? Ran the pain so deep that he felt even for birds? I think of Lear's cry: "Take physic, pomp!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL KATHLEEN O'MORE by GEORGE NUGENT REYNOLDS SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG |