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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORRY, by FRANCES BARBER First Line: My name is worry and I force myself Last Line: Half beast, half man, left living by god's grace. Subject(s): Worry | |||
My name is Worry and I force myself Like some persistent caller on the day Which might be merry as a gladsome elf From dawn till evening could it have its way And I remain aloof. If soothing night Could tuck to rest upon its trundle-bed The weary world and I not claim my right To fret it till its drowsiness had fled, No one would call me Worry and my name Might quite as well be Tweedledee or -dum And every day, as surely as it came, Would dance without a thought of years to come But, still, would wander an inferior race Half beast, half man, left living by God's grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DID THIS HAPPEN TO YOUR MOTHER? by ALICE WALKER NEBRASKA HYMN TO DEMETER by ELEANOR WILNER TRIOLETS IN THE ARGOLID by RACHEL HADAS IN THE BLACK CAMARO by DAVID BOTTOMS THE DREADED TASK by MARGARET E. BRUNER ASHES TO ASHES by HARRIET WINTON DAVIS |
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