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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORRY, by MARGARET H. HAY First Line: Worry is a fretful little dog Last Line: Until my wits, as water, run together. Subject(s): Worry | |||
Worry is a fretful little dog Barking -- ever barking -- at my door -- Gnawing at the mat upon the floor, Howling in the evening when the fog Comes swirling from the fen -- and every frog And katydid chants vespers -- on the moor The fireflies blink their lanterns. I am poor: I mend the broken pane; I stir the log; I've naught to light me when the night is black; My hands are red with blowing in cold weather; Winds make sport of my crazy shack: -- And still a little dog will break his tether Scratch my door and whine into the crack Until my wits, as water, run together. | 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 A CRY FROM AN INDIAN WIFE by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT |
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