Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE OLD HIGHWAY, by JAMES SCRUTON First Line: Gone now are the funky museums | ||||||||
Gone now are the funky museums, the reptile gardens and the (not all that) Amazing Rock Formations: shapes of states, silhouettes of the famous. I miss the fake two-headed lizards, the frog with see-through skin, that cavern said to be an outlaw's hideout way back when, every billboard genuine with adjectives and blistered paint -- like the one for Mystery Cabin, where we could witness laws of gravity defied. We didn't know how it was done, or knew and didn't care. We wanted to believe a ball could roll uphill, an egg stand at attention on its narrow end, the glass jar at the entrance kept from levitating by just a handful of coins. Copyright (c) 2001 by The Modern Poetry Association. This poem appears in the September 2001 issue of Poetry Magazine. http://www.poetrymagazine.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AGE OF DINOSAURS by JAMES SCRUTON PENITENTIAL PSALM: 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by THOMAS WYATT SOHRAB AND RUSTUM by MATTHEW ARNOLD IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ANNE RUTLEDGE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 43 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BANJO FIEND by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER TO A DISCIPLE OF WILLIAM MORRIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE MAN WHO RODE TO CONEMAUGH by JOHN ELIOT BOWEN JOSEPH'S REFORM (A TALE OF THE HOT DOG TAVERN) by BERTON BRALEY |
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