James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

A Lounger - Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

He leant against a lamp-post, lost
In some mysterious reverie:
His head was bowed; his arms were crossed;
He yawned, and glanced evasively:
Uncrossed his arms, and slowly put
Them back again, and scratched his side--
Shifted his weight from foot to foot,
And gazed out no-ward, idle-eyed.

Grotesque of form and face and dress,
And picturesque in every way--
A figure that from day to day
Drooped with a limper laziness;
A figure such as artists lean,
In pictures where distress is seen,
Against low hovels where we guess
No happiness has ever been.

Comments about A Lounger by James Whitcomb Riley

  • Gold Star - 13,715 Points Susan Williams (10/8/2015 12:51:00 PM)

    He paints a vivid picture of the idle man- I wonder if we see him differently- I see a corrupt man waiting to do something nefarious from the shadows where he waits (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/10/2014 6:47:00 AM)

    An introspective piece. Wonder why so down and out? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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