| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | The Hunchback | | By John Peale Bishop |
| | | I SAW a hunchback climb over a hill, | |
| Carrying slops for the pigs to swill. | |
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| The snow was hard, the air was frore, | |
| And he cast a bluish shadow before. | |
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| Over the frozen hill he came, | 5 |
| Like one who is neither strong nor lame; | |
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| And I saw his face as he passed me by, | |
| And the hateful look of his dead-fish eye: | |
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| His face, like the face of a wrinkled child | |
| Who has never laughed or played or smiled. | 10 |
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| I watched him till his work was done; | |
| And suddenly God went out of the sun, | |
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| Went out of the sun without a sound | |
| But the great pigs trampling the frozen ground. | |
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| The hunchback turned and retracked the snows; | 15 |
| But where Gods gone, theres no man knows. | | | | |
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