Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN A SYNAGOGUE, by JESSIE YOUNG NORTON First Line: My alien feet were hesitant that day Last Line: Went home and talked that night and supped with me. Subject(s): Synagogues | ||||||||
My alien feet were hesitant that day As I approached the unfamiliar door, But once inside, I bowed my head to pray, Nor felt apostate to my race and lore. Perhaps the Ark once led some sire of mine Through thirst and weariness to pitch his tent In Canaan's fields, to plant his corn and vine; To keep Jehovah's solemn covenant. I cannot tell what springs gave up the seal Of centuries of endless pilgrimage; What muted chords were those to wake and peal Or what the writing on the sacred page -- But One who preached in far off Galilee Went home and talked that night and supped with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS THE ALTNEUSHUL IN THE OLD PRAGUE GHETTO by MARGE PIERCY A CALL TO THE BUILDERS by HELEN GRAY CONE THE PRAYER OF THE HIGH PRIEST (100 YEARS B.C.E.) by MARIE HARROLD GARRISON PRINCESS SABBATH by HEINRICH HEINE THE HOLY FLAME, 'MENORAH' by GEORGE JAY HOLLAND MENORAH by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD ABANDONED MARBLE QUARRY by JESSIE YOUNG NORTON |
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