THE Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the houses' walls Seemed changed to shadows, and S. Paul's Loomed like a bubble o'er the town. Then suddenly arose the clang Of waking life; the streets were stirred With country waggons: and a bird Flew to the glistening roofs and sang. But one pale woman all alone, The daylight kissing her wan hair, Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare, With lips of flame and heart of stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |