Quiet in the street, <br />In the street with houses having babies, <br />Lately born, lately born. <br />These babies now are growing, <br />And the street is quiet now, <br />At half past six in the afternoon. <br />Quiet is the street, quiet is the street; <br />But now, later, a growing baby is crying. <br />O crying soul, hardly heard, <br />For you cry not so loud, <br />O growing, crying baby, <br />In the quiet, quiet street, <br />With men, with women, quietly slowly passing, <br />Who were babies once, who cried once, and who now make men and women and babies cry, and who cry, and who cry now, O but they do. <br />Quiet street, crying babies, <br />Sun slowly going down, <br />Men and women quietly going up and down the quiet street; <br />Tears, God dear, tears.<br /><br />Eli Siegel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiet-tears-babies/
