Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUNDAY CHIMES IN THE CITY, by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Across the bridge, where in the morning blow Last Line: Deploys her white and steady wing, alone. Subject(s): Bells; Churches; London; Cathedrals | ||||||||
ACROSS the bridge, where in the morning blow The wrinkled tide turns homeward, and is fain Homeward to drag the black sea-goer's chain, And the long yards by Dowgate dipping low; Across dispeopled ways, patient and slow, Saint Magnus and Saint Dunstan call in vain: From Wren's forgotten belfries, in the rain, Down the blank wharves the dropping octaves go. Forbid not these! Tho' no man heed, they shower A subtle beauty on the empty hour, From all their dark throats aching and out-blown; Aye in the prayerless places welcome most, Like the last gull that up a naked coast Deploys her white and steady wing, alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIRGIN IN GLASS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG AND WOLF: 3. FEEDING THE RABBITS by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HALF-AND-HALF by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA A FRIEND'S SONG FOR SIMOISIUS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY |
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