Under Monadnock, Fold on fold, The world's fat kingdoms Lie unrolled. Far in the blue south City-smoke, swirled, Marks the dwellings Of the kings of the world. Old kings and broken, Soon to die, Once you had little, As little as I. Smoke of the city, Blow in my eyes -- Blind me a little, Make me wise. Dust of the city, Blow and gust -- Make me, like all men, Color of dust. I stand on Monadnock, And seem to see Brown and purple kingdoms Offered to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROSIT NEUJAHR by GEORGE SANTAYANA WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG EDONI: THE WORSHIP OF COTYS by AESCHYLUS THE COMING OF HIS FEET by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 11. THE GREEK POET IN ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |