Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CITY, by THOMAS TRAHERNE Poet's Biography First Line: What structures here among god's works appear Last Line: More wealth provided, and more high. Subject(s): Cities; Urban Life | ||||||||
1 What structures here among God's works appear? Such wonders Adam ne'er did see In Paradise among the trees, No works of art like these, Nor walls, nor pinnacles, nor houses were. All these for me, For me these streets and towers, These stately temples, and these solid bowers, My Father rear'd: For me I thought they thus appear'd. 2 The city, fill'd with people, near me stood; A fabric like a court divine, Of many mansions bright and fair; Wherein I could repair To blessings that were common, great, and good: Yet all did shine As burnish'd and as new As if before none ever did them view: They seem'd to me Environ'd with eternity. 3 As if from everlasting they had there Been built, more gallant than if gilt With gold, they show'd: nor did I know That they to hands did owe Themselves. Immortal they did all appear Till I knew guilt. As if the public good Of all the world for me had ever stood, They gratified Me, while the earth they beautified. 4 The living people that mov'd up and down, With ruddy cheeks and sparkling eyes; The music in the churches, which Were angels' joys (tho pitch Defil'd me afterwards) did then me crown: I then did prize These only. I did love As do the blessed hosts in Heaven above: No other pleasure Had I, nor wish'd for other treasure. 5 The heavens were the richly studded case Which did my richer wealth enclose; No little private cabinet In which my gems to set Did I contrive: I thought the whole earth's face At my dispose: No confines did include What I possess'd, no limits there I view'd; On every side All endless was which then I spied. 6 'Tis art that hath the late invention found Of shutting up in little room One's boundless expectations: men Have in a narrow pen Confin'd themselves: free souls can know no bound; But still presume That treasures everywhere From everlasting hills must still appear, And be to them Joys in the new Jerusalem. 7 We first by nature all things boundless see; Feel all illimited; and know No terms or periods: but go on Throughout the endless throne Of God, to view His wide eternity; Even here below His omnipresence we Do pry into, that copious treasury. Tho we are taught To limit and to bound our thought. 8 Such treasures as are to be valued more Than those shut up in chests and tills, Which are by citizens esteem'd, To me the people seem'd: The city doth increase my glorious store, Which sweetly fills With choice variety The place wherein I see the same to be; And strangely is A mansion or tower of bliss. 9 Nor can the city such a soul as mine Confine; nor be my only treasure: I must see other things to be For my felicity Concurrent instruments, and all combine To do me pleasure. And God, to gratify This inclination, helps me to descry Beyond the sky More wealth provided, and more high. | Other Poems of Interest...THINGS (FOR AN INDIAN) TO DO IN NEW YORK (CITY) by SHERMAN ALEXIE 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 |
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