Morris Rosenfeld

(1862-1923 / Poland)

Journalism - Poem by Morris Rosenfeld

Written today, and read today,
And stale the news tomorrow!--
Upon the sands I build... I _play!_
I play, and weep in sorrow:
'Ah God, dear God! to find cessation
From this soul-crushing occupation!
If but one year ere Thou dost call me Thither,
Lord, at this blighting task let me not wither.'

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Journalism by Morris Rosenfeld

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

[Report Error]