Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)
Windows
Once, and in the daytime too, I made myself afraid, Playing Eyelids-Up-and-Down, with the window-shade; Till the Houses seemed to watch People going by; And they kept me looking, too,--wondering where and why. If I were that Other Boy,--if I were those Men, Going by with things to sell,--who would I be, then? Windows with their eyebrows high; windows like a frown, Thinking it all over, so, with the curtains down; Tall ones that are somehow sad, narrow ones that blink,-- All the Windows you can see make you think, and think. If I were that Old Man, and I looked up at me Watching from the window here, Oh, then how would it be? Sometimes they are golden, with shining in their eyes.-- Every time the sun sets, it happens like surprise,-- And so bright, I almost forget the dream I made; But I keep it, for the days I want to make myself afraid. If I were that Boy who limps,--now it's dark and snowing, And if I were going home,--Oh, where would I be going?
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