My City, my beloved, my white! Ah, slender, Listen! Listen to me, and I will breathe into thee a soul. Delicately upon the reed, attend me! @3Now do I know that I am mad, For here are a million people surly with traffic; This is no maid. Neither could I play upon any reed if I had one@1. My City, my beloved, Thou art a maid with no breasts, Thou art slender as a silver reed. Listen to me, attend me! And I will breathe into thee a soul, And thou shalt live for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE VAGABOND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL SONNET: 31 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 52. YA HAKK by EDWIN ARNOLD MAGIC TOURS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE LAKE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT THE CROWN INN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |