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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TOKEN, by MURIEL NEWTON
First Line: I passed along a tragic street
Last Line: Whispering that beauty does endure.
Subject(s): Houses, Deserted
First Line: I passed along a tragic street
Last Line: Whispering that beauty does endure.
Subject(s): Houses, Deserted
I passed along a tragic street,
Trod broken glass beneath my feet,
Saw ribs of roof, and drifting doors,
And ceilings crashed on splintered floors.
Dear treasured 'sticks' of beds and chairs
Streamed like a flood down lonely stairs;
The tender, slow-grown flesh of Home
Gaped from its shattered structural bone.
Can Time and Patience build again
Love's complex form, here lying slain?
I asked, and sighed, and turned away;
Then saw, against the setting day,
A birch tree lean its rose-gilt head
Above the pitiful ugly dead,
So lovely, so serene, secure,
Whispering that Beauty does endure.
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