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HUNGER, by            
First Line: Behind the prison bars of mind
Last Line: My heart is beating with his cane.
Subject(s): Poverty


Behind the prison bars of mind,
There is a caged thing in my breast,
A numb and hungry thing that beats --
I cannot let it stop to rest.
We are two wanderers alone,
My heart and I -- my soul is dead!
It could not live in poverty.
It had to have its shrine and God,
A prayer, a bird-song overheard.
In vain I tried to catch and hold
The beautiful for which I cried;
But eyes which are so hunger filled
Are blind. Far better that it died.
Upon the midnight city street,
We walk and feel the beating rain;
An old man passed with halting steps,
My heart is beating with his cane.





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