Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOARDINGS, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Poet's Biography First Line: When into the town I go Last Line: Fresh from out the teeming earth! Subject(s): Greed; London; Avarice; Cupidity | ||||||||
WHEN into the town I go, Under sad and leaden skies I see hoardings, row on row, Flare in pink and yellow dyes. Glittering promises they bear: Food to gorge and drink to swill; Spectacles of pleasure rare, Cures for every mortal ill. 'Tis man's paradise of hope Mocking starving winter's night; Filling wretched souls who grope, With a gorgeous lie of might! Poet, do not vainly dream Of a past forgot for long, Let the wonderful hoardings stream In their splendour through your song. Fling away the beautiful, Withered flower of ancient birth: See! It springs in blossom full, Fresh from out the teeming earth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL WITH MERCY FOR THE GREEDY by ANNE SEXTON MARIE MIGNOT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER |
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