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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
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.
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THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET
PRAISE PSALM OF THE CITY-DWELLER by APRIL BERNARD
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
I'D RATHER BE YOU, LITTLE WIDE-EYED BOY by FLORENCE DAVIDSON STROTHER