Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CITY SONNET, by FLORENCE DAVIDSON STROTHER First Line: Watering plants from a wedgewood cup today Last Line: With a tear or two perhaps. Subject(s): Cities; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Urban Life | ||||||||
Watering plants from a Wedgewood cup today A frail hand moves -- graceful, slow, Lingering at each blossom of the tiny row In a window high above the seething way. Below, boys scream headlines; against the grey Hungry men without hope or glow Shift as policemen come and go; A girl with violets hurries smiling, gay. At intervals through the smoky hours, Above the noise that wraps The factories, tall buildings, and thin towers, A screeching grind sounds death taps While a tired lady freshens flowers With a tear or two perhaps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THINGS (FOR AN INDIAN) TO DO IN NEW YORK (CITY) by SHERMAN ALEXIE THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: ENTERING THE CITY WITH BLISS-BESTOWING HANDS by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE CITY OF THE OLESHA FRUIT by NORMAN DUBIE DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA by LYNN EMANUEL MY DIAMOND STUD by ALICE FULTON I'D RATHER BE YOU, LITTLE WIDE-EYED BOY by FLORENCE DAVIDSON STROTHER |
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