JABOWSKY'S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls. When I passed the window a month ago, there rested in proud isolation: A family bible with hasps of brass twisted off, a wooden clock with pendulum gone, And a porcelain crucifix with the glaze nicked where the left elbow of Jesus is represented. I passed to-day and they were all there, resting in proud isolation, the clock and the crucifix saying no more and no less than before, and a yellow cat sleeping in a patch of sun alongside the family bible with the hasps off. Only the rain washes the dusty three balls in front of Jabowsky's place on a side street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT WEEDS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 1. GOOD NIGHT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO THE MEN OF KENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BERTHE AND FRANCESCA BRAGGIOTTI by JOSEPHINE V. BROWER HAMPTON TOWN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN CAELIA: SONNETS: 10 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) WRETTEN MY ME ON THE DEATH OF MY CHILD PERIGRENE PAYLER by MARY CAREY |