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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LEGEND, by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER Poet's Biography First Line: I wonder where it could of went to Last Line: On a drizzly night. Subject(s): New Jersey | |||
I WONDER where it could of went to; I know I seen it just as plain: A beautiful, big fairy city Shinin' through the rain. Rain it was, not snow -- in winter! Special-order April weather Ticklin' at our two faces Pressed up close together. Not a single soul was near us Standin' out there on the bow; When we passed another ferry He says, sudden, "Now!" Then I looked where he was pointin'. . . . I seen a magic city rise. . . . Gleamin' windows, like when fields is Full of fire-flies. Towers an' palaces in the clouds, like, Real as real, but nice and blurred. "Oh!" I starts in -- but he wispers "Hush! Don't say a word! "Don't look long, and don't ast questions, Elset you make the fairies sore. They won't let you even see it Never any more. "Don't you try to ever go there -- It's to dream of, not to find. Lovely things like that is always Mostly in your mind." Somethin' made me say, "It's Jersey!" . . . Somethin' mean . . . He hollers, "Hell! Now you done it, sure as shootin', Now you bust the spell!" Sure enough, the towers and castles Went like lightnin' out of sight. . . . Nothin' there but filthy Jersey On a drizzly night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PHYSICAL MOON BEYOND PATERSON by NORMAN DUBIE ON THE ASSEMBLY LINE by VIRGIL SUAREZ CORSONS INLET by ARCHIE RANDOLPH AMMONS THE INVENTION OF NEW JERSEY by JACK ANDERSON CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER CELEBRATION ODE by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER |
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