EAST SIDE MOVING PICTURE THEATRE--SUNDAY

by: Maxwell Bodenheim (1892-1954)

      N old woman rubs her eyes
      As though she were stroking children back to life.
      A slender Jewish boy whose forehead
      Is tall, and like a wind-marked wall,
      Restlessly waits while leaping prayers
      Clash their light-cymbals within his eyes.
      And a little hunchbacked girl
      Straightens her back with a slow-pulling smile.
      (I am afraid to look at her again.)
       
      Then the blurred, tawdry pictures rush across the scene,
      And I hear a swishing intake of breath,
      As though some band of shy rigid spirits
      Were standing before their last heaven.

"East Side Moving Picture Theatre--Sunday" is reprinted from The Masque of Poets. Ed. Edward J. O'Brien. New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, 1918.

MORE POEMS BY MAXWELL BODENHEIM

RELATED LINKS

BROWSE THE POETRY ARCHIVE:

[ A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z ]

Home · Poetry Store · Links · Email · © 2002 Poetry-Archive.com