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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 4. THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE, by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: This day into the fields my steps are led Last Line: But to plunge in the fountain of its living blood. Subject(s): New York City; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple | |||
THIS day into the fields my steps are led. I cannot heal me there! Row after row, Thousands of daisies radiantly blow. They have not brought from Heaven my daily bread! But they are like a prayer too often said. I have forgot their meaning, and I go From the cold rubric of their gold and snow, And the calm ritual, all uncomforted. I want the faces! faces! remote and pale, That surge along the city streets! The flood Of reckless ones, haggard and spent and frail, Excited, hungry! In this other mood 'T is not the words of the faith for which I ail, But to plunge in the fountain of its living blood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READY FOR THE CANNERY by BERTON BRALEY TRANTER IN AMERICA by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER MEETING YOU AT THE PIERS by KENNETH KOCH FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV ON 52ND STREET by PHILIP LEVINE THREE POEMS FOR NEW YORK by JOSEPHINE MILES NEW YORK SUBWAY by HILDA MORLEY SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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