Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OF CITY FLOWERS; ON READING CERTAIN POEMS IN PRAISE OF NEW YORK, by SHAEMAS O'SHEEL Poet's Biography First Line: My city! How the younger poets mock Last Line: My grief alone, thou knowest, will be real. Alternate Author Name(s): Shield, Shaemus; O Sheel, Seamus Subject(s): New York City; Praise; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple | ||||||||
My city! How the younger poets mock With present praise thine unrevealed soul! Surely with scorn thou hear'st their raptures roll, Nor will to their small minds thy mind unlock. Not with such clamoring casuists can I flock; Black witch who ere my birth my future stole, With fury that I care not to control I hate thee and the children of thy stock! I hate thee and I cry it to the world! And in return thy uncouth savage love, O lewd amorphous mystery, I feel! For when at last thy loftiest towers are huried Hell-ward, of all who mourn thy ruins above, My grief alone, thou knowest, will be real. | 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 THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR [MARCH 9, 1862] by GEORGE M. BAKER |
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