Morris Rosenfeld

(1862-1923 / Poland)

Morris Rosenfeld Poems

41. Liberty 4/22/2010
42. A Tree In The Ghetto 4/22/2010
43. On The Bosom Of The Ocean 4/22/2010
44. In The Factory 4/22/2010
45. My Boy 4/22/2010

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My Boy

I have a little boy at home,
A pretty little son;
I think sometimes the world is mine
In him, my only one.

But seldom, seldom do I see
My child in heaven's light;
I find him always fast asleep...
I see him but at night.

Ere dawn my labor drives me forth;
'Tis night when I am free;
A stranger am I to my child;
And strange my child to me.

I come in darkness to my home,
With weariness and--pay;
My pallid wife, she waits to tell
The things he learned to say.

How plain and prettily he asked:
'Dear mamma, when's 'Tonight'?
O when ...

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I Know Not Why

I lift mine eyes against the sky,
The clouds are weeping, so am I;
I lift mine eyes again on high,
The sun is smiling, so am I.
Why do I smile? Why do I weep?
I do not know; it lies too deep.

I hear the winds of autumn sigh,
They break my heart, they make me cry;

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