They love me, and I have not made them happy, (Rush of the wind and river whistles moaning) They love me and I cannot give them peace, (The city shifts in sleep with a low groaning). They love me and I watch their faces aging And growing pinched as the slow winter dawn; I give them nothing but a few sad poems, And life is short and we shall soon be gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SYNCOPATED CAKEWALK by CLARENCE MAJOR LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |