Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEW YORK, by ANNEKE VAN ZINDRAN First Line: My city, maligned and found wanting Last Line: We shall go wandering. Subject(s): Cities; Wandering & Wanderers; Urban Life | ||||||||
My city, maligned and found wanting -- No airy graces, no white Red-roofed houses, no fields of fragrance. My city, so hurried and fearful, So rushing to cover, Hold me, hold me tonight. Where dark waters brood And fog horns sound warning, And the sigh of your heart fills street after street, We shall go wandering. | 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 ENCOUNTER by ANNEKE VAN ZINDRAN |
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