{"id":7977,"date":"2022-02-27T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-27T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7977"},"modified":"2022-02-27T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-02-27T06:00:00","slug":"my-little-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/my-little-boy\/","title":{"rendered":"My Little Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From the Harrisburgh Telegraph, February 27, 1914<\/a>. Translated by H. W. Ettelson, from the Yiddish of Morris Rosenfeld.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have a boy, a little boy,
    He is a youngster fine!
Whenever I catch sight of him,
    I think the world is mine!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But of him, precious one, awake,
    I\u2019ve seldom, seldom sight.
Most times I find him fast asleep,
    Just see him in the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The workshop calls me early out,
    And late I leave the place;
Ah, strange to me my flesh and blood,
    Ah, strange my own child\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I come through pall of darkness home,
    Fagged out and in a daze.
And my pale wife to cheer me, tells
    Of baby\u2019s cunning ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How sweet he talks, how cute he begs;
    \u201cPlease mamma, tell me, do,
When is dear daddy going to come
    And bring me a penny, too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And hearing this, I dart away,
    For so it needs must be.
The father-love flames passionate;
    \u201cMy child must, shall see me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stand beside his tiny crib,
    I see and ah, I hear,
The little lips ask in a dream:
    \u201cWhere is my daddy dear?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I kiss his eyelids tenderly
    They open wide\u2014sweet sight!
They see me now, they see me now,
    But soon again shut tight!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHere\u2019s father now, my one, my own.
    A penny for you, there!\u201d
The little lips ask in a dream:
    \u201cO where is Papa, where?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stand there stricken, deep-distressed,
    And speak in accents sore;
\u201cSometime you\u2019ll wake my child, alas,
    And find me here no more!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the Harrisburgh Telegraph, February 27, 1914. Translated by H. W. Ettelson, from the Yiddish of Morris Rosenfeld. I have a boy, a little boy,    He is a youngster fine!Whenever I catch sight of him,    I think the world is mine! But of him, precious one, awake,    I\u2019ve seldom, seldom sight.Most times […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[33,3],"tags":[239],"class_list":["post-7977","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-harrisburg-telegraph","category-newspapers","tag-morris-rosenfeld"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7977","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7977"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7977\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7977"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7977"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7977"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}