Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TRAFFIC, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES


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First Line: This life in london - what a waste
Last Line: Am deafened to my very thoughts.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): City Traffic; London


This life in London -- what a waste
Of time and comfort, in this place;
With all its noise, and nothing seen
But what is stone or human face.
Twigs thin and bare, like sparrows' legs.
Yet back to Nature I must go --
To see the thin, mosquito flakes
Grow into moths of plumper snow.

What is this life if, like bad clocks,
We keep no time and are but going;
What is my breath worth when I hear
A hundred horns and whistles blowing.
The rushing cars that crunch their way,
Still followed by the heavy carts;
Till I, with all my senses stunned,
Am deafened to my very thoughts.





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