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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BROADWAY, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: This is the quiet hour; the theaters Last Line: A strain of music thru an open door. Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs. Subject(s): Broadway, New York City | |||
THIS is the quiet hour; the theaters Have gathered in their crowds, and steadily The million lights blaze on for few to see, Robbing the sky of stars that should be hers. A woman waits with bag and shabby furs, A somber man drifts by, and only we Pass up the street unwearied, warm and free, For over us the olden magic stirs. Beneath the liquid splendor of the lights We live a little ere the charm is spent; This night is ours, of all the golden nights, The pavement an enchanted palace floor, And Youth the player on the viol, who sent A strain of music thru an open door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPPER BROADWAY SUNDAY by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NEW YEAR'S DAWN - BROADWAY by SARA TEASDALE SUMMER NIGHT-BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN TWO WOMEN by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |
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