I AM a copper wire slung in the air, Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow. Night and day I keep singing -- humming and thrumming: It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the tears, the work and want, Death and laughter of men and women passing through me, carrier of your speech, In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the shine drying, A copper wire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY THE WIND IN A FROLIC by WILLIAM HOWITT AUF WIEDERSEHEN! SUMMER by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON TO --, WITH ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |