Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEW YORK, by CLYDE ROBERTSON
First Line: Tramp, tramp, a moiling, toiling tread
Last Line: A towering wilderness of steel and stone.
Subject(s): New York City; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple
Tramp, tramp, a moiling, toiling tread
Deep in the gutted belly of the ground.
Thrum, thrum, a tom-tom milling pound
That up and up to choking heights of dread
With strumming echo on its way is sped;
Till earth and air throb with the soulless sound,
The never ending cycling round and round,
Of millions in their maddening march for bread.
To satisfy the lust of Mammon's horde
Were heavens stabbed and gleaming stars undone
And green hills grayed and stately mountains gored.
Where once a virgin isle slept in the sun,
Man in his might and cruel greed has grown
A towering wilderness of steel and stone.
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