Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CITIES, by MARY BRENT WHITESIDE First Line: Jerusalem is like a tower in the east Last Line: Accursed of all the ages -- kerioth. Subject(s): Cities; Urban Life | ||||||||
Jerusalem is like a tower in the East; The name lifts upward like a soaring cry; It is a banner flung against a darkened sky; A broken feast. Dead Babylon is porphyry and old wine; Spent lust made gorgeous like a poisoned rose; A princess of the royal blood, who goes To lay her offerings on a tainted shrine. Biskra is like a silver moth, and Capri tells Of sapphire sky and water, and pink shells. Palermo is a sculptured dream, and Thebes a cry To heedless centuries hurrying by: "You will not stay, as we stayed, to grow old; This awful head was Pharaoh -- behold!" Tyre goes wrapped in purple like a king. Old thoughts in lavender exhale a breath, Through long and beautiful remembering, That spell the name of Nazareth. Some towns are fountains; some are wells; Seville is music; Delhi smells Of musty fabrics sewn with gold, And very old. And there are ruined cities, half forgot, That fell before the Vandal and the Goth, And one there was that bred Iscariot -- Accursed of all the ages -- Kerioth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THINGS (FOR AN INDIAN) TO DO IN NEW YORK (CITY) by SHERMAN ALEXIE THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: ENTERING THE CITY WITH BLISS-BESTOWING HANDS by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE CITY OF THE OLESHA FRUIT by NORMAN DUBIE DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA by LYNN EMANUEL MY DIAMOND STUD by ALICE FULTON |
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