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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN A CAB, by LOUIS UNTERMEYER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Rain-and the lights of the city Last Line: The desolate rain. Alternate Author Name(s): Lewis, Michael Subject(s): Automobile Drivers; Taxis; Travel; Journeys; Trips | |||
RAIN—and the lights of the city, Blurred by the mist on the pane. A thing without passion or pity— This is the rain. It beats on the roof with derision, It howls at the doors of the cab— Phantoms go by in a vision, Distorted and drab. Torpor and dreariness greet me; All of the things I abhor Rise to confront and defeat me, As I ride to your door... At last you have come; you have banished The gloom of each rain-haunted street— The tawdry surroundings have vanished; The evening is sweet. Now the whole city is dreamlike; The rain plays the lightest of tunes; The lamps through the mist make it seem like A city of moons. No longer my fancies run riot; I hold the most magic of charms— You smile at me, warm and unquiet, Here in my arms. I do not wonder or witness Whether it rains or is fair; I only can think of your sweetness, And the scent of your hair. I am deaf to the clatter and drumming, And life is a thing to ignore... Alas, my beloved, we are coming Once more to your door!... You have gone; it is listless and lonely; The evening is empty again; The world is a blank—there is only The desolate rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING A BIRTHDAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A VOICE FROM THE SWEAT-SHOPS (A HYMN WITH RESPONSES) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |
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