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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HUNGER, by PEARL COUNCIL HIATT
First Line: This is his lot - to labor and grow old
Last Line: Craving white hyacinths in place of bread.
Subject(s): Hunger
First Line: This is his lot - to labor and grow old
Last Line: Craving white hyacinths in place of bread.
Subject(s): Hunger
This is his lot -- to labor and grow old
Where smoke-grimed city walls rise, close and high;
Never to know a sunset's burning gold,
Nor lift his face to silver-studded sky.
Yet sometimes on the city's squalid street,
His fingers rest upon a child's bright hair;
His seeking eyes find beauty at his feet
In bits of colored refuse blowing there.
His neighbors cannot see, nor do they ask,
What poignant things lie hidden in his heart.
They do not know that, bending at his task,
His fettered, lonely spirit dwells apart --
Toil-bound and weary; hungry and unfed;
Craving white hyacinths in place of bread.
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