Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YELLOW COIN, by KAREN SWENSON Poet's Biography First Line: Where the only changes are Last Line: The only wall that holds my history. Subject(s): Change; Cities; Memory; Urban Life | ||||||||
Where the only changes are from nature's repetitive hand exposing the architecture behind leaves embossing the sea's lace on the sand, we walk in a year the warm enclosure of her garden walls, and plant them with our memories. We find them there next year in cicada call or wind curve of snow. But the house I grew in tenants strangers, and in this city I've chosen for my life apartment houses with dead and broken eyes will be composted for next year's office buildings. Nothing's left of where I've lived a bride or mother holding her child up to windows to watch the pigeons wheel. Down streets where an occasional leaf is flipped, a yellow coin above the traffic, I walk my flesh the only wall that holds my history. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THINGS (FOR AN INDIAN) TO DO IN NEW YORK (CITY) by SHERMAN ALEXIE THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: ENTERING THE CITY WITH BLISS-BESTOWING HANDS by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE CITY OF THE OLESHA FRUIT by NORMAN DUBIE DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA by LYNN EMANUEL MY DIAMOND STUD by ALICE FULTON |
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