Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CURSE OF THE WANDERING FOOT, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: All hope of rest withdrawn me! Last Line: The curse of the wandering foot. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Curses; Travel; Wandering & Wanderers; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
ALL hope of rest withdrawn me! -- What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me -- The curse of the wandering foot? Forward and backward and thither, And hither and you again -- Wandering ever! And whither? Answer them, God! Amen. The blue skies are far o'er me -- The bleak fields near below: Where the mother that bore me? -- Where her grave in the snow? -- Glad in her trough of a coffin -- The sad eyes frozen shut That wept so often, often, The curse of the wandering foot! Here in your marts I care not Whatsoever ye think. Good folk many who dare not Give me to eat and drink: Give me to sup of your pity -- Feast me on prayers! -- O ye, Met I your Christ in the city, He would fare forth with me -- Forward and onward and thither, And hither again and yon, With milk for our drink together And honey to feed upon -- Nor hope of rest withdrawn us, Since the one Father put The blessed curse upon us -- The curse of the wandering foot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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