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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CURB-BROKERS, by FLORENCE WILKINSON EVANS First Line: Hail, ye frenzied creatures, antic, mask-like figures Last Line: And did ye ever walk among the rustling rows of corn? Alternate Author Name(s): Wilkinson, Florence Subject(s): Brokers; Business; Stock Exchange; Wall Street, New York City; Businessmen; Businesswomen | |||
Hail, ye frenzied creatures, antic, mask-like figures, Shouting gibberish symbols, wheat and corn and cotton. Lo, the whole world is a maniac vision, Worm-eaten by black hopes and wriggling poisonous alarms; Neither flesh nor blood nor God nor devil, One great brazen throat and dollar-signs for arms. Hail, ye frenzied creatures, 'Tis a blue autumn morn! And did ye ever walk among the rustling rows of corn? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELBEE NOVELTY COMPANY INC. by ALBERT GOLDBARTH THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM TAKING THE SHUTTLE WITH FRANZ by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER HUDSON RIVER ANTHOLOGY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE VILLAGE MUNITIONS CO., INC.; FORMERLY THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |
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