Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Poem: At a Window

At a Window

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

1 comment:

GeckoMan said...

I love this poem.

I read it at the wedding luncheon of my daughter and new son.

It speaks to me of our need for one another, to reach out, to touch and be touched, in spite of our vulnerability.

All the other stuff of life is insignificant.