Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LONDON, SEPTEMBER, 1944, by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB First Line: I am old london with my waste of weeds Last Line: Flow all the prouder this september morn? Subject(s): London | ||||||||
(Written after hearing a wireless speech from Brussels) I am old London with my waste of weeds After five years of warfare, stone from stone Disrupted of my seat, through which the seeds Of wild plants into crowding life have grown. I have heard voices wafted on the air, The tongues of other cities and gay song Of neighbour peoples freed at last from care And casting off the weight of bondage long. "But for thy ruins and thy ravaged walls We had not else been liberated; we (So say the voices) had been ever thralls: We thank thee, London, for thy constancy. London that never fail'dst the human cause, The mansion-house and refuge of the right: There's not a heart to-day but to thee draws, Warm hearth of hope, denier of the night!" So speak the voices, and I love their thanks. What now are weedy courts and shrines forlorn? Does not my Thames between his seaward banks Flow all the prouder this September morn? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN by LAURENCE BINYON THE IDLER'S CALENDAR: MAY. THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A LONDON THOROUGHFARE, 2 A.M. by AMY LOWELL SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE AMONG THE LAKES by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB AN EPITAPH (AFTER THE GREEK EPIGRAMS) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |
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