Poetry and Fire Hydrants

Suich writes: “Check out the bright red fire hydrant at the NE corner of 1st NE and NE 42nd…and newly planted grass!  I love this idea!”

So we drove to the spot Thursday evening (My foot is in a cast, so don’t judge on the drive part) to check it out and snap a pic:

On our way home, my husband pointed out the Poem Bench on Eastern at 40th St.

A little faded, but still very quaint. I pulled a poem from one of the adjacent brochure boxes, and found the following gem, by Laurence Binyon:

Hunger

I come among the peoples like a shadow.
I sit down by each man’s side.

None sees me, but they look on one another,
And know that I am there.

My silence is like the silence of the tide
That buries the playground of children;

Like the deepening of frost in the slow night,
When birds are dead in the morning.

Armies trample, invade, destroy,
With guns roaring from earth and air.

I am more terrible than armies,
I am more feared than the cannon.

Kings and chancellors give commands;
I give no command to any;

But I am listened to more than kings
And more than passionate orators.

I unswear words, and undo deeds.
Naked things know me.

I am first and last to be felt of the living.
I am Hunger.