Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JUNGLE, by RICHMOND GEORGE ANTHONY First Line: Here is where drifters break their trek, come night Last Line: And bide the highball of the climate freight. Subject(s): Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes | ||||||||
Here is where drifters break their trek, come night. When freights slow up at dark, on depot street A furtive, grubby band descends to beat On doors and beg at shops, eschewing light And badge; then, one by one, they drop from sight Down the cinder trail to where drifters meet For potluck mulligan and brushwood heat . . . To borrow makings and recast their flight. And this, the jungle caravansary That only those tatterdemalions know Whose horizons are railed and profligate. And here, in their hospice of urgency, They boil failings and rags at ten below And bide the highball of the climate freight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUMS, ON WAKING by JAMES DICKEY A FOLK SINGER OF THE THIRTIES by JAMES DICKEY WANDERER IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WANDERER by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN LONG GONE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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