English Poetry. Jones Very. The Poor. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери)

The Poor

I walk the streets and though not meanly drest,
Yet none so poor as can with me compare;
For none though weary call me into rest,
And though I hunger, none their substance share;
I ask not for my stay the broken reed,
That fails when most I want a friendly arm;
I cannot on the loaves and fishes feed
That want the blessing that they may not harm;
I only ask the living word to hear
From tongues that now but speak to utter death;
I thirst for one cool cup of water clear
But drink the riled stream of lying breath;
And wander on though in my Fatherland,
Yet hear no welcome voice and see no beckoning hand.

Jones Very’s other poems:

1. To the Hummingbird
2. The Light from Within
3. To the Fossil Flower
4. Nature
5. He Gave Me No Meat

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Letitia Landon (Летиция Лэндон) The Poor (“Few, save the poor, feel for the poor”)

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