Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SATURDAY NIGHT: HORSES GOING TO PASTURE, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Poet's Biography First Line: Hark! Through the city, quiet, cool, and starred Last Line: To green-clad silent pastures in the sun. Subject(s): London | ||||||||
HARK! through the city, quiet, cool, and starred, Longing for sleep and for repose in dreams, Dull rattling hoofs in hundreds echo hard: The deep reverberant groundswell upwards streams. Heavily the long cavalcade clatters and prances Through the dazzling glare of lamps, through shadows thickly scored, The sound in a broken rhythm quivers and dances, As the ponderous bulks in irregular trot move forward. Man's mighty slaves, now for a time set free, Pass from the city that they served so well, Churning to choppy waves its sombre sea, Beating harsh dissonances of farewell. Their steel-shod hoofs gleam bright as they move on To green-clad silent pastures in the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN by LAURENCE BINYON THE IDLER'S CALENDAR: MAY. THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A LONDON THOROUGHFARE, 2 A.M. by AMY LOWELL SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER |
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