Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DAY LABORERS, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: They straggle down the street; the morning light Last Line: And leaveth not the poor uncomforted. Subject(s): Dreams; Hearts; Labor & Laborers; Tears; Nightmares; Work; Workers | ||||||||
THEY straggle down the street; the morning light Is on their shiftless steps, their shoulders bent; They work with sinews lame -- a grievous sight Of waning strength, of hope and courage spent. It seems sardonic thus to set them here, Old men and weary, in the day's fresh hour. What solace can be theirs, what sense of cheer, What puissant thought, what dream of transient power? Few sadder things on earth than toilsome age Without its dignities, its silvered hairs; A time of vacant mind and vassalage Before the last grim change from mortal cares. And yet one benison the pilgrims know: For mother-church receives them, makes them glad With pomps and promises, yea, sets aglow These human hearts the sorry week-long sad. And I can bless her reverend ways and wise (Although in other symbols I am bred), Since she doth wipe the tears from piteous eyes And leaveth not the poor uncomforted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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