Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HUNGER, by LYLE BARTSCHER 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. | Other Poems of Interest...MOON OF HUNGER, MOON OF COYOTE HOWL by JUDY JORDAN TO THE POOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO THE POOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WEALTH OF THE DESTITUTE by DENISE LEVERTOV EMPTY PITCHFORKS by THOMAS LUX FUNERAL SERVICE by EVE MERRIAM A SMALL COUNTRY by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA DOCUMENTAL by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA NOTES ON POVERTY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH REMINISCENCE by LYLE BARTSCHER SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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