Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. SUNDAY MORNING NEAR A MANUFACTURING TOWN, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: Sunday, a still autumn morning, and all the roads on the outskirts Last Line: Overlie you much longer. Subject(s): Environment; Factories; Smoke; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation | ||||||||
SUNDAY, a still autumn morning, and all the roads on the outskirts are throng with people. Where the streets begin to run wild towards the country, with patch-work of garden-allotments, and occasional hedgerows and overhanging trees, they go Pale-faced men and girls hardly escaped for an hour or two from breathing the eternal smoke. The sun shines softlyit is very pleasant. Here comes a whole family: the mother holds a baby to her breast, the father carries the little boy on his armtwo other children play around them; There go two factory girls, with faded shawls thrown over their headstheir arms round each other's necks; both have clear soft eyes, and both have fawn-colored opaque skins, marked with the small-pox; Here shambling along in the opposite direction a group of ill-made boys, carrying dinner-kerchiefs crammed and purple-stained with blackberries. They have been out early and are returning. Most of the men stand about in knots on the road or in their gardens, some smokingsome with fox-terriers and coursing-dogs. Handsomely stand the yellow and the lilac dahlias on their tall stalks; and the marigolds and other flowers look well amid the green. The air is full of the scent of celery. Some are banking up their celery-beds, some are getting potatos, others lie on their backs enjoying the lazy air, others are gathering flowers. Here comes one with a nosegay of all sorts, here another with a great armful of dahlias nodding amid their leaves as he walks, here another with quantities of brown and yellow calceolariaalmost every one has a flower of some sort. There is plenty of chaff as the groups of young mechanics pass the groups of chatting laughing girlssome go apart arm in arm together. Withal the wan look of many faces there is I know not what sense of naturalness and wholesome feeling abroad to-day (the stuffy people are safe out of the way in church) The air is full of voices and laughter; from some of the neighboring cottages come sounds of music. It is well. I welcome you, O crisp uprising life! I welcome you, O crisp green shoot which the still bright morning has called forth! It does not need much to see how deep your roots are fed in the strong soil of necessity; Not much to see how native and fresh a life you indicate, And that the limp decaying leaves and dead things of the earth will not overlie you much longer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK NIKES by HARRYETTE MULLEN ISLE OF MULL, SCOTLAND by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE SABBATH, 1985, VI by WENDELL BERRY PLANTING TREES by WENDELL BERRY THE OLD ELM TREE BY THE RIVER by WENDELL BERRY AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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