The old man who goes about Gathering dog lime Walks in the gutter Without looking up And his tread Is more majestic than That of the Episcopal minister Approaching the pulpit Of a Sunday. Meanwhile The little sparrows Hop ingenuously About the pavement Quarreling Over those things That interest them With sharp voices But we who are wiser Shut ourselves in On either hand And no one knows Whether we think good Or evil. These things Astonish me beyond words! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL PICTURES OF MOTHER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH MAIDEN'S CHOICE by CAROLYN M. BARBER |