Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PROGRESS, by FRANCIS OSBERT SACHEVERELL SITWELL


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First Line: The city's heat is like a leaden pall
Last Line: Were lovely as the jewelled butterflies.
Alternate Author Name(s): Sitwell, Sir Osbert; Sitwell, Osbert


The city's heat is like a leaden pall --
Its lowered lamps glow in the midnight air
Like mammoth orange-moths that flit and flare
Through the dark tapestry of night. The tall
Black houses crush the creeping beggars down,
Who walk beneath and think of breezes cool,
Of silver bodies bathing in a pool;
Or trees that whisper in some far, small town
Whose quiet nursed them, when they thought that
Was merely metal, not a grave of mould
In which men bury all that's fine and fair.
When they could chase the jewelled butterfly
Through the green bracken-scented lanes or sigh
For all the future held so rich and rare;
When, though they knew it not, their baby cries
Were lovely as the jewelled butterflies.







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