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Advent 2006: A Carol

A Carol

Oh hush thee, my baby,
Thy cradle’s in pawn:
No blankets to cover thee
Cold and forlorn.
The stars in the bright sky
Look down and are dumb
At the heir of the ages
Asleep in a slum.

The hooters are blowing,
No heed let him take;
When baby is hungry
‘Tis best not to wake.
Thy mother is crying,
Thy dad’s on the dole:
Two shillings a week is
The price of a soul.

Cecil Day-Lewis (1904 – 1972)

I have to admit I'm not entirely convinced this is a Christmas poem. Yes, I found it in a book of Christmas poems, entitled Christmas Poems, but it doesn't strike me as particularly Christmas-y, except in the sense that it sounds like something the one of the Ghosts would have shown Scrooge. Nevertheless, I think it's a very good poem, if somewhat on the bleak side.

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