Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RAINY SUNDAY, by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK Poet's Biography First Line: The soft, grey garment of the rushing rain Last Line: The mother throned serene amid the rest. Subject(s): Commuters; New York City; Rain; Streets; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple; Avenues | ||||||||
The soft, grey garment of the rushing rain Veils in the lonely, Sunday streets afar. The passengers sit dumb within the car Slow drops slip wearily down the window-pane. A funeral procession takes its way Across the tracks, the car stands still a space, All eyes are turned and every anxious face, Save one, that laughs oblivious of delay. Holding her baby close against her breast, The heart of love, too glad to comprehend, And Life at war with Death until the end, The mother throned serene amid the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHINATOWN BLUES by CLARENCE MAJOR KEEP DRIVING by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE DEEP IN EUROPE by TOMAS TRANSTROMER IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER EVENING SONG ON OUR STREET by DAVID WAGONER ANGLOSAXON STREET by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A STEP AWAY FROM THEM by FRANK O'HARA (1926-1966) THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK |
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