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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TIRED WORKER, by CLAUDE MCKAY Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O whisper, o my soul! The afternoon Last Line: No! Once again the harsh, the ugly city. Alternate Author Name(s): Edwards, Eli Subject(s): City & Town Life | |||
O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon Is waning into evening, whisper soft! Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moon From out its misty veil will swing aloft! Be patient, weary body, soon the night Will wrap thee gently in her sable sheet, And with a leaden sigh thou wilt invite To rest thy tired hands and aching feet. The wretched day was theirs, the night is mine; Come tender sleep, and fold me to thy breast. But what steals out the gray clouds like red wine? O dawn! O dreaded dawn! O let me rest Weary my veins, my brain, my life! Have pity! No! Once again the harsh, the ugly city. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER IN A SMALL TOWN by TONY HOAGLAND EVERYTHING'S A FAKE by FANNY HOWE ONE NIGHT IN BALTHAZAR by FANNY HOWE YOU CAN?ÇÖT WARM YOUR HANDS IN FRONT OF A BOOK BUT YOU CAN WARM YOUR HOPES THERE by FANNY HOWE PHOTO OF A MAN ON SUNSET DRIVE: 1914, 2008 by RICHARD BLANCO LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW POEM by DENIS JOHNSON |
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