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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OUTCAST, by HELEN MCCRORY ARENDELL First Line: Born an outcast in a world of slanting sunshine Last Line: Sense that worthwhile life was wasted. Subject(s): Alienation (social Psychology); Estrangement; Outcasts | |||
Born an outcast in a world of slanting sunshine, Small hands grasping, grasping for one friendly beam. "Play with me, children, See, I am one of you!" Sound of children's thoughtless laughter, Sound of many small feet running. Sunshine flooding highwtys, warming darkest corners, Tense hands straining, straining for one friendly beam. "Let me in, young folks, I am a woman, grown now." Looks of open condescension, Looks of passion, hot and brooding. Friendly sunshine, made by God to serve all creatures, Old hands, passive, yellow as the slanting beam. "Let me die, strangers, I am what you made me." Sense of strange and dark foreboding, Sense that worthwhile life was wasted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG AND WOLF: 2. HERMAN THE BASTARD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR LITTLE CITIZEN, LITTLE SURVIVOR by HAYDEN CARRUTH GOING OUT FOR CIGARETTES by BILLY COLLINS HOMO WILL NOT INHERIT by MARK DOTY DEFLECTION TOWARD THE RELATIVE MINOR by FORREST GANDER ON A CERTAIN FIELD IN AUVERS by JOHN HAINES ON LOVE: MARINA TSVETAEVA by EDWARD HIRSCH CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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