Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOUSE OF CLAY, by BYRON HERBERT REECE First Line: This house of clay I call my body stands Last Line: And quietly draw the blinds and bolt the door. Subject(s): Bodies | ||||||||
This house of clay I call my body stands Too near the road where travelers pass and call For bread and meat, and eat with greedy hands Till they are full and I have none at all. And many times when evening shadows fall They come unasked and will not be denied Their sleep; so I must give them room and hall And go myself and sleep on the outside. A house divided shall not stand, they say, So how shall this, my house, fall not asunder That keeps beneath its roof the priest and whore? I think that I shall enter it some day And sweep it clean of its dejected plunder And quietly draw the blinds and bolt the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#15): 2. MORE ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND RIGOR by MARVIN BELL 7 A.M., A MAN AND A WOMAN by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR CEZANNE AND THE LOVE OF COLOR by STEPHEN DOBYNS CEZANNE AND ZOLA by STEPHEN DOBYNS |
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