Реферат: Additional Poems By Joseph Freeman Essay Research

And if their feet, once crucified, now drag,

We’ll nail them once again upon our scorn:

When mankind marches, let the weak not lag,

Cursing the time and place where they were born.

The past dies, save for those whom it has broken;

They will remember whom the world has maimed.

Let them be silent! Things must not be spoken

Which hide deep in the thought of man, ashamed:

Or, if their lips are bitter and inflamed,

Let them speak all by symbol and by token.

New York

1925

In this black room, midnight and morn are each

Aeons away; the open window brings

The sea’s insistent roar against the beach;

Loud in the night the hollow bellbuoy flings

Skyward its melancholy monotones;

Above the clamor of the breaking waves

Far off its lonely clapper moans

Like some despairing idiot who raves

Crawling on hands and knees through empty streets

To doors that seem familiar, there to weep.

While one unconscious twisted knuckle beats

For succor, for compassion and for sleep,

He rends the silence with a final cry

To which the stubborn night makes no reply.

New York

November 1931

The hordes that battle for the world’s domain