Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ENCHANTED ISLAND; IN ABSENCE, BY ONE WHO RETURNS NO MORE, by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Poet's Biography First Line: Art thou there, between thy rivers Last Line: Loosed, my soul shall wing to thee! Subject(s): Islands; New York City; Travel; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
Art thou there, between thy rivers, With thy towered sea front bold There, between the dawn and sunset, Lit with amethyst or gold? Art thou there, enchanted island I shall never more behold? Dost thou loom, in mystic beauty, Through the hazy, summer light, Like the vision, seen in Patmos, Of the city in the height? Often times, a grey armada, Anchored midst thy waters bright? Art thou filled with joyous tumults That from far thy travellers hail? Do thy clangors grow a music Throbbing pave and vibrant rail? Still thy masted lights keep vigil, While thy pleasures never fail? Art thou there, my haven city, Open armed to each oppressed? Art thou there, with all thy strangers Thou hast taken to thy breast Latin, Slav, and tawny alien From an East beyond the West? Art thou there, midst all abundance, From the wide world's gardens shed Thou, with palace dwellerstoilers Strugglers earning scanty bread? Palace dwellers, toilers, beggars, But thy streets they still may tread! Oh, the echoes of thy pavements Where my feet no more shall be! Art thou there, enchanted island Thou mine eyes no more shall see? Yet I know, past peradventure, Loosed, my soul shall wing to thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING |
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