Poetry

“At a Window” by Carl Sandburg.

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 into the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

Poetry

“They All Want to Play Hamlet” by Carl Sandburg.

They all want to play Hamlet.
They have not exactly seen their fathers killed
Nor their mothers in a frame-up to kill,
Nor an Ophelia dying with a dust gagging the heart,
Not exactly the spinning circles of singing golden spiders,
Not exactly this have they got at nor the meaning of flowers – (flowers,
flowers slung by a dancing girl in the saddest play the inkfish,
Shakespeare, ever wrote;
Yet they all want to play Hamlet because
it is sad like all actors are sad and to stand by
an open grave with a joker’s skull in the hand
and then to say over slow and say over slow
wise, keen, beautiful words masking
a heart that’s breaking, breaking,
This is something that calls and calls to their blood.
They are acting when they talk about it and they know
it is acting to be particular about it and yet:
They all want to play Hamlet.