TODAY I paid two dollars and was hurled Along an iron road. The murderous might Of steel and bellowing water-demons whirled Swift wheels that bore us out into the light To traverse the broad bosom of the world In summer's glad green and glittering after night. A feast of life it was. For what, indeed, Is life but motion, motion life; and, so, Such sense of care-free, devil-engendered speed, Deep drafts of life with no corrupting woe, A Bacchanalian orgy of all that reed, Pen, brush, or sculptural instrument can show? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE MEETING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE BUBBLE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM JAPANESE MAPLES by JENNIE SCOTT ARNOLD |