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.
POEMS BY MAXWELL BODENHEIM
"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.