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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MILL CITY, by ROBERT FROST Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: It was in a drear city by a stream Last Line: Less to the sound of voices than of feet. Subject(s): Mills & Millers | |||
It was in a drear city by a stream, And all its denizens were sad to me, -- I could not fathom what their life could be -- Their passage in the morning like a dream In the arc-light's unnatural bluish beam, Then back, at night, like drowned men from the sea, Up from the mills and river hurriedly, In weeds of labor, to the shriek of steam. Yet I supposed that they had all one hope With me (there is but one.) I would go out, When happier ones drew in for fear of doubt, Breasting their current, resolute to cope With what thoughts they compelled who thronged the street, Less to the sound of voices than of feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WATER MILL by SARAH DOUDNEY THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE MILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE STEEL MILL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MILLS OF DESTINY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |
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