Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. IN A MANUFACTURING TOWN, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: As I walked restless and despondent through the gloomy city Last Line: Little child. Subject(s): Capitalism; Democracy; Depressions, Economic; Environment; Factories; Labor & Laborers; Poverty; Smoke; Recessions; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation; Work; Workers | ||||||||
AS I walked restless and despondent through the gloomy city, And saw the eager unresting to and froas of ghosts in some sulphurous Hades; And saw the crowds of tall chimneys going up, and the pall of smoke covering the sun, covering the earth, lying heavy against the very ground; And saw the huge refuse-heaps writhing with children picking them over, And the ghastly half-roofless smoke-blackened houses, and the black river flowing below; As I saw these, and as I saw again far away the Capitalist quarter, With its villa residences and its high-walled gardens and its well-appointed carriages, and its face turned away from the wriggling poverty which made it rich; As I saw and remembered its drawing-room airs and affectations, and its wheezy pursy Church-going and its gasreeking heavy-furnished rooms and its scent-bottles and its other abominations I shuddered: For I felt stifled, like one who lies half-consciousknowing not clearly the shape of the evilin the grasp of some heavy nightmare. Then out of the crowd descending towards me came a little ragged boy: Camefrom the background of dirt disengaging itselfan innocent wistful child-face, begrimed like the rest but strangely pale, and pensive before its time. And in an instant (it was as if a trumpet had been blown in that place) I saw it all clearly, the lie I saw and the truth, the false dream and the awakening. For the smoke-blackened walls and the tall chimneys, and the dreary habitations of the poor, and the drearier habitations of the rich, crumbled and conveyed themselves away as if by magic; And instead, in the backward vista of that face, I saw the joy of free open life under the sun: The green sun-delighting earth and rolling sea I saw, The free sufficing lifesweet comradeship, few needs and common pleasuresthe needless endless burdens all cast aside, Not as a sentimental vision, but as a fact and a necessity existing, I saw In the backward vista of that face. Stronger than all combinations of Capital, wiser than all the Committees representative of Labor, the simple need and hunger of the human heart. Nothing more is needed. All the books of political economy ever written, all the proved impossibilities, are of no account. The smoke-blackened walls and tall chimneys duly crumble and convey themselves away; The falsehood of a gorged and satiated society curls and shrivels together like a withered leaf, Before the forces which lie dormant in the pale and wistful face of a little child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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