the city opens its streets, bicycles go by riderless, a woman's face in a window appears then vanishes, shop-windows offer fetishes for every season, lives turning, a slender agile couple dances in the deserted piazza, the race men run, the hairy woods shivering against the grain of light, footsteps on leaves and furrows of stiff mud, avenue of autumn royal coach rain of dew and paper -- the transparent life. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE SPEAKIN' O' CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE |