Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. OVER THE GREAT CITY, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: Over the great city Last Line: And other love is pain, but this is joy eternal. Subject(s): Religion; Theology | ||||||||
OVER the great city, Where the wind rustles through the parks and gardens, In the air, the high clouds brooding, In the lines of street perspective, the lamps, the traffic, The pavements and the innumerable feet upon them, I Am: make no mistakedo not be deluded. Think not because I do not appear at the first glancebecause the centuries have gone by and there is no assured tidings of methat therefore I am not there. Think not because all goes its own way that therefore I do not go my own way through all. The fixed bent of hurrying faces in the streeteach turned towards its own light, seeing no otheryet I am the Light towards which they all look. The toil of so many hands to such multifarious ends, yet my hand knows the touch and twining of them all. All come to me at last There is no love like mine For all other love takes one and not another; And other love is pain, but this is joy eternal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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