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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TELEPHONE POLES, by HELEN GEE WOODS
First Line: Soft-flecked against the hazy night
Last Line: They dwindle into tiny men.
Subject(s): Telephones
First Line: Soft-flecked against the hazy night
Last Line: They dwindle into tiny men.
Subject(s): Telephones
Soft-flecked against the hazy night,
White mannikins march in stately rows
Down a lonely turnpike,
Into a distance deserted and unknown.
Going on long crawling toes,
They dwindle into tiny men.
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