Another poem from my "Poem For Byzantium" listings for Joel's poetry meme:
At a Window
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, western wandering 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.
It's always been my favorite Carl Sandburg poem, and I am pleased as punch that I wrote a blogger version during the 2002 Blogathon (although sadly, most of the links have rotted).
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