Wine of the grey sky Wine of happiness Invisible rain Driven down You bathe me And I am refreshed: Yesterday I was in the city I stood before The new station Watching The white clouds Passing The great Hermes And flying, Flying toward Greece. I saw The fluted columns (Not ground Piece into piece But fitted with plaster) I saw the frieze Of acanthus: All that has endured Through the long days And the long, long nights And I thought Of Phidias, O wine of the grey sky, Watching As there passed Clouds White and formless -- Without word Without sign Above his Parthanon Out toward India And the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUCK AND THE FAIRY, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE RETALIATION by MARGARET E. BRUNER MAGNIFICENT CRY by HELEN BRYANT THREE BLACK CROWS by JOHN BYROM ALONG THE OHIO by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |