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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LITTLE PARABLE, by JOHN CLAIR MINOT First Line: Just beyond the toiling town Last Line: And slumbered in the shade. | |||
JUST beyond the toiling town I saw a child to-day, With busy little hands of brown Making toys of clay. Working there with all his heart, Beneath the spreading trees, He moulded with unconscious art Whatever seemed to please. Men and fortress, plates and pies, All out of clay he made, Then rubbed with chubby fists his eyes, And slumbered in the shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE FLAGS by JOHN CLAIR MINOT SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ACCOUNTABILITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: AUGUST by EDMUND SPENSER THE OLD CAMP; WRITTEN IN A ROMAN FORTIFICATION IN BAVARIA by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LYNTON VERSES: 3 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE LIFE-FORCE by RHYS CARPENTER THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 5. THE LEGEND OF LUCRECE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |
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