DOWN between the walls of shadow
Where the iron laws insist,
The hunger voices mock.
The worn wayfaring men
With the hunched and humble shoulders,
Throw their laughter into toil.
DOWN between the walls of shadow
Where the iron laws insist,
The hunger voices mock.
The worn wayfaring men
With the hunched and humble shoulders,
Throw their laughter into toil.
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thanks for all the useless comments they really didnt help at all. I am being sincere when i thank you for the wonderful insight you gave me.I may have actually learned less about his poem from reading them. 😉
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The hunger voices mock
The delimiters of the loyal
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This is a short poem just the one i needed for a project but still a little hard to follow
i like it a lot. its short but yet sweet
i dont think i could do so good!