Реферат: Additional Poems By Joseph Freeman Essay Research

Over the shashleek and the wine

His deep and passionate baritone

Directs the singing down the line,

And none may drain his glass alone.

When morning breaks into his room

He dons his long Circassian coat,

Marches to the Sovnarkom

Knocks at the door and clears his throat,

Opens the ledger with his hand,

Bows to the commissars who pass,

Calls the janitor comrade, and

Keeps accounts for the working class.

(1926)

BALLAD OF TAMPA

When after dinner you smoke, gentlemen, remember

Tampa leads the world making clear Havanas: Mexicans,

Cubans, Urugayans, Porto Ricans are your vassals;

Ybor City, Palmetto Beach, West Tampa sweat, ache, starve,

For the azure smoke-ring exciting tonight’s new lay.

Dull-eyed sallow elderly women stand confuted

In the factory-tomb banding, wrapping, boxing.

Machines monotonously clock the minutes;

Gossamer of cellophane automatically embraces cigars.

No, says the woman-worker, I don’t count cigars packing;

There’s no time, no time; we get used to it;

One look tells us how many there are;

No time . . . no time . . . no time.

Bastard houses, colonial and Spanish, lean

Over Ybor City’s narrow Seventh Avenue, memorial