OH, the dingy winter days! Oh, the woven blues and greys! Oh, the drizzles and the puddles and the freezing! Nippy Paris to New York Is a sinker to a cork Superstition and tradition all her pleasing. Oh, the glacial Gallic gloom In a candle-darkened room Sends the spirit of a Gothamite to zero When I found the fire dead And sped shuddering to bed. How I longed to dream of burning Rome and Nero! Don't believe them when they say The Parisians all are gay; Not a capital where gaiety so rare is. Why, I positively think My Manhattan blues are pink When contrasted with the blues I had in Paris. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET, WRITTEN IN JANUARY 1817 by JOHN KEATS NOT YE WHO GOAD by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON MY FATHER'S CHILD by GERTRUDE BLOEDE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 32 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE STUDENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A HYMN FOR EASTER DAY by JOHN BYROM AUTUMN [OR, NOVEMBER DAYS] by JOHN CLARE LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - APRIL/JUNE 1810 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |