WOE, woe, unto the fallen city! Where are thy streets, Thy towers, And thy sea of lights, the joy of night? Like a coral in the bosom of the ocean Thou dwelt beneath the blue sky. Like a brooch of purest silver Thou rested on the breasts of the earth. Woe, woe! Down in dark wells poisonous snakes are crawling, But night takes pity on thy ruins. The hoofs of life whirl dust into the sky -- Men in harness, Insane women in golden chariots. -- Give me salt to eat, that my tongue be parched within my mouth And silenced be my sorrow. On white horses we rode into the blue arc of heaven And played with golden spheres; We hung on to the mane of darkness While it plunged through the abyss of space; And we slept like moonbeams on the ocean waves. Where are the mountains that shall crumble over my sorrow, Hills, that shall hide my nakedness with dust? A red dragon flies through eternity's darkest night And spews poison. Sun after sun falls drop by drop And bears new life, new sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |