Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT THE FIRE-FIGHTERS' POST, by CAMILLA DOYLE First Line: This was a stately victorian drawing-room Last Line: How happy you were. Subject(s): Firefighters; Past | ||||||||
This was a stately Victorian drawing-room Where ladies worked at tatting, Resting on ottomans, Sitting down sideways To manage their crinolines gracefully. Now by day it is an office Filled with desks and typewriters Quite unsuited to any room planned for leisure, To any room adorned with moulded cornice, With ornate fireplace; And by night our beds, our lanterns, our helmets Bring still more confusion, Till that which had merely Come down in the world Grows as wild as a dream. It was just as well, tranquil Victorian ladies, That you, like all the folk of your period, Prided yourselves on common-sense, Disbelieved in the Second Sight, Never consulted a seer to tell you the future, Never guessed what lay in store for your home. But also you never guessed How happy you were. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FERGUS FALLING by GALWAY KINNELL A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV LAST THINGS by WILLIAM MEREDITH CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A GAME OF BOWLS (WRITTEN DURING AN AIR RAID) by CAMILLA DOYLE |
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