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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.
Carl Sandburg
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Yuri Alejandria
(11/10/2009 12:12:00 AM) |
Beautiful. And true. At the end of the day, we realize that what really matters the most to us are the simple, unseen things...A little love is worth more than everything that this empty world can offer.
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Jane Moon
(5/15/2009 11:26:00 AM) |
This is a celebration of simplicity in life, character and strength gained by overcoming hardship, and the enduring strength of love. Lovely images.
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Nathan Gibbons
(3/30/2009 12:03:00 PM) |
i like this poem a lot..the poem only asks for a little love..no great expectations..he seems confident he can endure with just a small measure of love...
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