|Challenge 3 - Based on Carl Sandburg's "At a Window"
By ScottyHarris on 02/15/2012
Despise me, deny me,
take away my sustanenance,
Desert me in my pain and hunger
Close the door of Heaven from my eyes,
You God, God who bore me.
Leave me to live admist the squalor of my mistakes.
But just one little prayer, please to answer,
give me an inkling of hope,
a little warmth in my dreary bed,
a little piece of Heaven
for my weary head,
Perhaps through my window,
the tinyest beacon from your Godly light,
to let me see, to let me know,
Still I exist, I am not yet dead,
and that perhaps,
a little love still lies ahead.
At a Window - Carl Sandburg
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.
Living in the city that never sleeps can make a crazy poet even crazier!
By ScottyHarris On 2/15/2012 7:03:13 PM