Under Monadnock, Fold on fold, The world's fat kingdoms Lie unrolled. Far in the blue south City-smoke, swirled, Marks the dwellings Of the kings of the world. Old kings and broken, Soon to die, Once you had little, As little as I. Smoke of the city, Blow in my eyes -- Blind me a little, Make me wise. Dust of the city, Blow and gust -- Make me, like all men, Color of dust. I stand on Monadnock, And seem to see Brown and purple kingdoms Offered to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL SUMMER SUN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE STORM by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE MEMENTO MORI by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 104 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |