Age.And drivelling rain, A cold, gray house With broken pane And sagging stairs All gritty dust In yearly layers, A forgotten house, An empty shell I'd weep for it But I, as well Am an empty thing, Frayed and old As a rotten string; I, whose forgotten years Held every gain, Have not even tears Like the drivelling rain. __Isobel Doerr |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 48
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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