The Poetry Corner

The Boy In The Rain

By Madison Julius Cawein

Sodden and shivering, in mud and rain, Half in the light that serves but to reveal The blackness of an alley and the reel Homeward of wretchedness in tattered train, A boy stands crouched; big drops of drizzle drain Slow from a rag that was a hat: no steel Is harder than his look, that seems to feel More than his small life's share of woe and pain. The pack of papers, huddled by his arm, Is pulp; and still he hugs the worthless lot.... A door flares open to let out a curse And drag him in out of the night and storm. Out of the night, you say? You know not what! To blacker night, God knows! and hell, or worse!