Danger is silent in the bloodless square: the boxing brute of stone half hides his fist, the moon in the haunt of weight is a heavy ghost and the sun is a toastmaster, the punishing façades disguise their skill and fountains play before the parliament of standstill. You may go freely through the paved immense slowness, the architectural snow; admire the statues stiffened in the silence with No upon their lips and the heart at zero, until having made some circles you understand you are a pigmy held in a stone hand. No warmth is here, only an abstract good; your dead shall never bleed nor your love return; children ask here no gifts nor the hungry food. ... but now and then four walls of added men swing into symmetry, with a stone noise harden and echo at a statue's voice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN FIVES'-COURT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN OLD PICTURES IN FLORENCE by ROBERT BROWNING A NEW YEAR'S SACRIFICE; TO LUCINDA by THOMAS CAREW THE BLACK RIDERS: 13 by STEPHEN CRANE |