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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROSES IN THE SUBWAY, by DANA BURNET Poet's Biography First Line: A wan-cheeked girl with faded eyes Last Line: My mother ... Stooping down. Subject(s): Commuters; New York City; Steel; Subways; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple | |||
A wan-cheeked girl with faded eyes Came stumbling down the crowded car, Clutching her burden to her breast As though she held a star. Roses, I swear it! Red and sweet And struggling from her pinched white hands, Roses ... like captured hostages From far and fairy lands! The thunder of the rushing train Was like a hush ... The flower scent Breathed faintly on the stale, whirled air Like some dim sacrament I saw a garden stretching out And morning on it like a crown And o'er a bed of crimson bloom My mother ... stooping down. | 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 |
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