Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPARKLES FROM THE WHEEL, by WALT WHITMAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Where the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day Last Line: Sparkles from the wheel. | ||||||||
Where the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day, Withdrawn I join a group of children watching, I pause aside with them. By the curb toward the edge of the flagging, A knife-grinder works at his wheel sharpening a great knife, Bending over he carefully holds it to the stone, by foot and knee, With measur'd tread he turns rapidly, as he presses with light but firm hand, Forth issue then in copious golden jets, Sparkles from the wheel. The scene and all its belongings, how they seize and affect me, The sad sharp-chinn'd old man with worn clothes and broad shoulder-band of leather, Myself effusing and fluid, a phantom curiously floating, now here absorb'd and arrested, The group, (an unminded point set in a vast surrounding,) The attentive, quiet children, the loud, proud, restive base of the streets, The low hoarse purr of the whirling stone, the light-press'd blade, Diffusing, dropping, sideways-darting, in tiny showers of gold, Sparkles from the wheel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CAROL CLOSING SIXTY-NINE by WALT WHITMAN A CLEAR MIDNIGHT by WALT WHITMAN A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN A VOICE PROPHETIC by WALT WHITMAN AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH by WALT WHITMAN AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN |
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