Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JOE, by LEWIS W. BRITTON First Line: A keerless, lanky sort was joe Last Line: "don't understand ""that wuthless scamp!" Subject(s): Solitude; Loneliness | ||||||||
A KEERLESS, lanky sort was Joe, An' kind o' lonesome like, you know; He didn't seem to want a home, Jes' seemed to be content to roam. He never came to meetin' camp, An' folks called him "that wuthless scamp!" But I have seen him on the hill, At sunset, watch the sky until He seemed to grow an inch in height, As if he breathed the very sight. An' felt my eyes grow sort o' damp A-watchin' him"that wuthless scamp!" I've seen him in the woods alone, A-lis'nin' to its lazy drone, As if 'twas music that he heered His eyes so set, they had me skeered. He thought great things, I guess, to tramp All day alone"that wuthless scamp!" I've heered him laugh at children's play A laugh so clear, an' sweet, an' gay, That trembled like the organ when They drown its wheezin', now an' then. But reg'lar folks at meetin' camp Said he was "lost""that wuthless scamp!" He always was the lonesome kind A sort o' misfitdidn't find His fun in things that others did, As boy an' man, his heart was hid. I think the folks who shun his stamp, Don't understand "that wuthless scamp!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG |
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