@3The city is cutting a way, The gasmen are hunting a leak; They're putting down asphalt to-day, To change it for stone in a week. The builders are raising a wall, The wreckers are tearing one down, Enacting the drama of all Our changeable, turbulent town. For here is an edifice meant To stand for an eon or more; And there is a gospeler's tent, And there is a furniture-store. Our suburbs are under the plow, Our scaffolds are raw in the sun; We're drunk and disorderly now, BUT -- 'Twill be a great place when it's done!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE MEADOW-SAFFRON by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848, CONTINUED by MATTHEW ARNOLD GOD'S CHOSEN PEOPLE by JOEL BLAU CASTLE GORDON (2) by ROBERT BURNS |