Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FROM THE SUBURBS, by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD Poet's Biography First Line: It rushes home, our own express Last Line: Does travel daily. Alternate Author Name(s): Radford, Ernest, Mrs. Subject(s): Suburbs | ||||||||
IT rushes home, our own express, So cheerfully, no one would guess The weight it carries Of tired husbands, back from town, For each of whom, in festal gown, A fond wife tarries. For each of whom a better half, At even, serves the fatted calf, In strange disguises, At anxious boards of all degree, Down to the simple "egg at tea," Which love devises. For whom all day, disconsolate, Deserted villas have to wait, Detached and Semi -- Barred by their own affairs, which are As hard to pass through as the far Famed Alpine Gemmi. Sometimes as I at leisure roam, Admiring my suburban home, I wonder sadly If men will always come and go In these vast numbers, to and fro, So fast and madly. I muse on what the spell can be, Which causes this activity: Who of our Sages The potent charm has meted out To tall and thin, to short and stout, Of varying ages. I think, when other fancy flags, The magic lies within the bags Which journey ever In silent, black mysterious ways, With punctual owners, all their days And fail them never. In some perhaps sweet flowers lie, Sweet flowers which shape a destiny To pain or pleasure, Or lady's glove, or ringlet bright, Or many another keepsake light, Which true knights treasure. May be -- may be -- Romance is rife, Despite our busy bustling life, And rules us gaily, And shows no sign of weariness, But in our very own express, Does travel daily. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUBURBANS by CAROLYN KIZER WAYS OF CONQUEST by DENISE LEVERTOV IN THE SUBURBS by LOUIS SIMPSON SACRED OBJECTS by LOUIS SIMPSON TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD |
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