Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SHOES, by CORINNE HUNTINGTON JACKSON First Line: Here I sit with hard eyes looking at my child Last Line: To suffer torture indian-gauntlet-runner never knew. Subject(s): Native Americans; Pain; Poverty; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
Here I sit with hard eyes looking at my child Still in his small flannel gown I in a faded gingham plaid ("Plaid": shades of the Scots who fathered us; "Plaid": of all colors devil-wrought); I, who thought the earth would change its orbit When I wrote The songs I feel but cannot sing. In an hour I'm due At a "Round Robin" small-town function You know the kind. There, some of them will look kindly At my clothes, worn so awkwardly More often at the shoes (In Heaven I'll trade my harp for shoes); And some will sneer as they have sneered before. I shall sufferbut I shall smile inanely. Yes, I must get up, Bathe the baby in his old zinc tub Where he will kick his feet. He does not knowyetthe pain that eats me As I take my way in these poor shoes To suffer torture Indian-gauntlet-runner never knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR DIVERSITY OF CREATURES by CORINNE HUNTINGTON JACKSON |
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