Lines of lamp-light Splinter the black water, And all through The dim park Are lamps Hanging among the trees. But they are only like fire-flies Pricking the darkness, And I lean my body against it And spread out my fingers To let it drift through them. I am a swimmer In the damp night, Or a bird Floating over the sucking grasses. I am a lover Tracking the silver foot-prints Of the moon. I am a young man, In Central Park, With Spring Bursting over me. The trees push out their young leaves, Although this is not the country; And I whisper beautiful, hot words, Although I am alone, And a few more steps Will bring me The glare and suffocation Of bright streets. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 94 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE VOICE OF THE RAIN by WALT WHITMAN TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 12. THE CREATOR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE BATTLE OF VIENNA by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN MORTALITY by GAMALIEL BRADFORD LINES WRITTEN ON A TUMBLER by ROBERT BURNS |