Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TOWERS OF MANHATTAN, by DONALD ROBERT PERRY MARQUIS Poet's Biography First Line: On the middle arch of the bridge I stood Last Line: For a crown for her head! Alternate Author Name(s): Marquis, Don Subject(s): New York City - Buildings; Skyscrapers | ||||||||
On the middle arch of the bridge I stood And mused, as the twilight failed; The bridge that swings and sings 'twixt tide and sky Like a harp that the sea-winds sweep; Night flooded in from the bay With billow on billow of shadow and beauty, Wave upon wave of illusion and dusk, And before me apparelled in splendor, Banded with loops of light, Clothed on with purple and magic, Rose the tall towers of Manhattan, Wonderful under the stars. Whence has this miracle sprung To challenge the skies? From the plinth of this girdled island, Guarded by sentinel waters, How has this glory arisen? Whence is the faith, and what is the creed, that has dowered The dumb brute rock and the sullen iron With a beauty so bold and vital, A grace so vivid and real? Whence the strong wings of this lyric that soars like a song in stone? For the builders builded in blindness; Little they thought of the ultimate Uses of beauty! Little they kenned and nothing they recked of the raptures Of conscious and masterful art; They builded blinder than they who raised The naïvely blasphemous challenge of Babel; For they wrought in the sordid humor Of greed, and the lust of power; They wrought in the heat of the bitter Battle for gold; And some of them ground men's lives to mortar, Taking the conqueror's toll, From the veins of the driven millions; Of curses and tears they builded, Cruelty and crime and sorrow And behold! by a baffling magic The work of their hands transmuted To temples and towers that are crowned With a glamour transcendent That lifts up the heart like the smile of a god! The dust is the dust, and forever Receiveth its own; But the dreams of a man or a people Forever survive; These builders, their crimes and their curses, Their greed and their sordid endeavor, Lie in the dust, Dead in the dust. But the vision, the dream, and the glory Remain: Triumphantly over all Rises the secret hope, Rises the baffled illusion, Rises the broken dream That hid in the heart of the conquered, That dwelt in the conqueror's breast; By the side of each man as he labored, Unseen and unknown, Labored his dream; Now, eminent, fronting the morning, Mysterious, clothed with the night, Rises the crushed aspiration, The unconscious and scarcely articulate prayer, Rises the faith forgotten, Triumphs the spurned ideal, Rises the god denied, Conquers the creed betrayed, Rises the baffled spirit Flowering in visible durable marvel of stone and of steel, Miraculous under the heavens, Wonderful under the stars. Nay, mock at the gods if you will, Even forget their existence, But always they labor in secret To bring to a sudden and golden achievement Their subtle intentions; And lo! from the dung a lily! A temple out of the clay! A city out of the rabble! And lo! the strong hands of Manhattan, Mightily lifted up To grasp at the gold of the sunset For a crown for her head! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SKYSCRAPERS OF THE FINANCIAL DISTRICT DANCE WITH GASMAN by MARGE PIERCY FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER by SARA TEASDALE THE METROPOLITAN TOWER by SARA TEASDALE SKYSCRAPERS by RACHEL (LYMAN) FIELD PRAYERS OF STEEL by CARL SANDBURG MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: TOWERS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER FOR I AM SAD by DONALD ROBERT PERRY MARQUIS |
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